paint my skin with the colors of who I'm supposed to be

cover the cracks of my individuality and

hide the scars leftover from when i was

 

pull the feeling out from my chest

to make more room for my breast

 

steal the pleas from my lips so they can

better please your lips and

 

strip the matter of my days

since your gaze is the only thing that matters

 

build me into a porcelain doll and

decorate me as your own 

since i am no longer my own

sculpt me with ideals and standards

because that is the standard

until my waist is smaller than my personhood

and my heart is drained so my hips can be full

 

then push me 

over the edge

and watch me fall

 

scream as my glass figure shatters

while I'm silent because it was never unbroken

let the sharp shards of my dignity pierce your skin

let the shrapnel of your own design draw your blood

and remind you that you

too

are just a body.