Look At Me

Look at me drowning in my privilege
At sea
Surrounded by the benefits of being me
My beautiful shoes
And my smooth as silk skin
My stunningly pumped breasts
My flat clipped stomach
My full lips

Look at my smile
It’s perfect and frozen
The poisons holding it there
For hours and forever
Fixed
A rigor mortis
Rotting invisibly

Look at my hips
Poking through satin
My ribs
Play me like a keyboard
Or the drums
Beat me
Like the drums

Look at me
You’ll not hear me
Look at me
That’s my worth on display
My price tag showing
My value lost
Among the shelves of oh so many

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