I am objectionable
As determined by the male of the species
I was not consulted
This decision was made for me.
I protest!
To no avail.
My worth as a woman is null
Once solid, now malleable,
Curves reside where lines are preferred.
Lines where smooth velvet is required
Judgment has been passed,
The verdict is in
Once an oasis is now deemed a desert
I've reached that age
My desire discounted,
And greeted with enmity
To ask is taboo
'What is wrong with you?'
The cruelest of rejections,
To imply a fault in human nature.
I am not to be touched
Except...
Just now and again.
A peck to my lips.
The slightest brush to my shoulder.
And just once,
An attempt to reach the incandescence
Of a previous lifetime,
Failed.
Blame placed.
My condition is grave.
There isn't much time left.
