Objectification

I love it when they stare,
Their eyes tracing every curve of my body,
I love the way they objectify me,
It makes me feel powerful, sexy and naughty.

The way they talk to me,
As if I'm just a piece of meat,
It's thrilling, exciting, and freeing,
It makes me feel alive and complete.

I love the way they whistle,
When I walk past them on the street,
Their attention is addictive,
I crave it like a sweet treat.

I love the way they catcall,
Their words making me feel desired,
It's like a validation,
That I'm worth being admired.

I know it may sound wrong,
But it's just the way I feel,
Being objectified gives me a confidence,
That's truly surreal.

So let them stare and objectify me,
I love every single moment of it,
It's my choice, my body, my life,
And I'm owning it like a boss, bit by bit.