for the longest time
i was small, underdeveloped, and innocent;
the runt

i longed for the day
boys would think i was
sexy, hot, desirable
instead of
insignificant, forgettable, young

now
i long for language
to be used as a tool to get to know me
instead
of getting to know
the underside of my bra

now
i long for someone
to just hold me
without
hands moving to places
i don’t want them to go yet

now
i pick clothing
that covers up my figure
so girls
won’t think i’m promiscuous
and so guys
won’t bring me drink after drink
until i go home with them

now
i long for the day
someone will
see
the person
beyond the body