Commodity

People stare at me for the way I dress
the size of my waist
the surge of my hips.
I'm behind glass
and they look in
as if entitled
to this zoo attraction.
I'm like a picture in a magazine
and you all want to explore
my depths and the things fabric
conceals. But

my depth is not to be
eroticised
and you are not entitled to this
because I'm mine
(unless I ask you to possess me)
and your language will fail you
if you try to pen down
my essence.