objectified

I’m not

Your toy

Your piece of pleasure, object of dreams

I could be your doll, let you dress me up

Pick and choose when to take me out

How much you would love it

If you had the handsomest doll

Of all your schoolhouse friends?

How aesthetically empowering it must be

To have me strapped to your hip

Endowing you with undeserved niceties

If only I could reanimate

And clutch your throat in envious shame

Why do you treat me like this

There’s no anger in my eyes, only a goal

I am loved, dearly and immeasurably

And if not by you

Then by the only one that matters

Me

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