Beauty by: Asthon Jones, Ink on paper, 2015.
Naked
by: Brittany Zambrano
Since I was 14,
I’ve had the need to strip.
To bare it all
To rip it off
To see myself naked
in your eyes,
To see your pleasure multiply.
But the only nudity I saw, was not me,
but the truth
in your eyes.
You only liked, not loved, my naked
exterior
just my posterior
not my interior.
Your barren truths were
uncovered
undisguised and
unqualified.
You left, aching with pain, in
your vulnerability, to my stupidity.
Since I was 14,
I was left wide open.