Confession 

Just once 

I want to know what it feels like 

to be the “hot girl” 

to be the object of 

the male gaze 

cat-calls 

wolf-whistles 

pick-up lines 

creepy glares 

lingering stares 

unwanted attention &

pure lust.

To yield power 

in the flick of my hair

the flutter of my eyelids

the curve of my waist 

the rhythm of my walk. 

Just once

I want to know

what that’s like. 

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