Written by Cleo Carelse
Proofread by Maverick Swartz
I pretend that I’m worth your purchase, oblivious just to be with you. I can see what you want, but I don’t want to hear you say it. The sigh you gave and the way you moved on to the next, yet I still want you.
For years I’ve walked through the aisles with many faces.
To consume your poison words and your high expectations.
It was your “beauty ideals” and all its temptations.
So, I buy and buy to feel good. I buy and buy to feel included. I buy and buy so that you can stop pointing out my imperfections because I do it for you.
Branded me as a no name.
A no name brand, not famous and distinguished enough.
Packaged and sold with a name of shame.
A number on a barcode waiting to be scanned,
Evaluated and scrutinized by the nature of the pay.
To be purchased by a society of coupons with their “lay-bye” opinions.
Silenced my voice but never once ask for my forgiveness.
I let you curse my thighs and paint my eyes,
Told me to be quiet,
Just carry on and live the lie.
You shouted, “Who’s next?” in the line.
When did my body become so political?
Your attitude is so typical.
The shelfing of your standards has long expired.
Your price is ridiculous, and your service no longer required.
I stepped out of line
To have one more look at society's desires.
How did I become the consumer and not the buyer?
I fell into the trap of "I'm new, try me"
I realized it was wrong of me to feel incomplete,
Because what I am is all that I need.
I declined what you are.
Maxed you out like a credit card.
She’s beauty,
She’s grace,
She’s not a product for you to take.
I am she.
Although one question always checks out in my head, one I know I’ll regret.
Am I worth your purchase?
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