And She Flipped Her Hair and Walked Away

April 24, 2009
Don’t call me sexy,
you chauvinist swine in the hallway.
I felt pretty today
with a ribbon in my hair and
a smile on my face -
that is,
until your greedy grubbing eyes did a little
up down
up down and…
mmm, girl!
up again.
Don’t call me sexy,
(look in my eyes when I’m talking to you, not my chest)
even though you think it’s a compliment.
Because my kind of sexy is not one that you are
cultivated enough to comprehend.
Don’t call me sexy, because I shockingly don’t want to know
what happens in your pants when you look at me.
And the way you say sexy makes me feel like a
something infinitely less than I really am.
Don’t call me sexy,
because I am nothing short of beautiful.

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eMs23 said...
Sept. 25, 2009 at 11:33 pm
Amazing!! Finally someone who is beautiful and doesnt act like trash!! also great job!!!
EdytD said...
Aug. 25, 2009 at 12:36 am
sorry--i meant to add this to my other comment:

one comment - I'm not sure that I would use "chauvinist" in the second line - I think it can be perverse, immature, lewd, but chauvinist is more someone blindly devoted to his/her cause.
EdytD said...
Aug. 25, 2009 at 12:35 am
Wow. This is an incredibly strong poem, and I really enjoyed reading it. I think your poem is something that many girls, or guys, unfortunately, do not realize. Fabulous!
Meghan said...
Aug. 17, 2009 at 2:30 am
I love your poem! You described how I feel when people call me sexy. I agree its not a compliment and makes me feel like trash. I think a lot of people can relate to your poem!
<3::wish4wings::<3 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 17, 2009 at 1:11 am
i reallly like this!!!!!!
soo good:D
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