Gm sexy….
That’s not my name.
Call me by my name, or at least by something real that points to the life in me.
Sexy is a dead term; it deals with my flesh
And even if you’re not a believer, science proves that my flesh is wasting away by the minute.
Dead skin constantly shedding and falling off.
So you’re admiring the dead part of me?
It tells me that the first thing on your mind this morning is my body, my physique,
My sex
And that’s not attractive to me….
Don’t get me wrong: I’m not too “bougie” to admit that once upon a time it would have been.
But that time is long gone
Call me warrior
Beautiful
Love
Truth
Hope
Justice
Faith
Poem
Sweet song
Strength
Call me by my name,
Queen.
Call me something that lets me know you see past my flesh, past your desire, your lust
Call me to life
Or please don’t call me at all.