no. 7 - pretty privilege

She has a smile that makes you blush
Hair that glows in the sun
Her personality fits every party
She's got something for everybody

So, they haunt her
and taunt her
and treat her like meat
They howl
and holler
begging for a treat
Heaven forbid she not let them feed

They get angry, when left hungry
When she doesn't give them her skin
They get aggressive
sending messages
Tell her that if she doesn't give up her sex
They will ensure she never wins.

They will give her free drinks 
until she says she doesn't want it to go far
They will open her doors
until she says she does want to be closer
And as heartbreaking as it is, she knows
If she does not look the part
If she doesn't say her lines in cue
She will never have her shot in the dark

She is a prize to ogle
an object over which to haggle
She must barter with her predators
and banter with their hearts
leading them on just a little
Because should she reject them
They will leave her covered in scars

Pretty privilege costs your humanity
I am no longer a person
I am simply "pretty".

By E.V. Seegmiller