Measuring my self-worth and value on whether a guy wants to fuck me. It’s what my mama always taught me, it’s what my daddy tried to do to me. You can’t take this feeling away from me. I’ll hold my head up high around you. Make you want me. Fall in love with me. My ego is swelling.

When it’s late night and I’m alone, my head is still high, my eyes still glaring and staring. My mouth isn’t as pouty and glossy as it is in public, but I’ll maintain it.

I’ll practice my trouble-loving smirk while I lay my beautifully groomed head on the pillow. Entice imaginary boys with my flirty and batting eyelashes.

I still go to bed alone.