Contempt

I would feel violated
by men’s stares and
Subconscious passes.
try to scoop up my sexuality,
fold it back inside myself.
I no longer apologize
for my vitality
I let it ooze, drip
blatant
from my
lips hips and tits
elbows ears and ankles.
I don’t look at them.
they love contempt, they salivate.