Reflections

I see endless reflections of everything I’m not,

I’m not blonde or skinny,

Red headed with black lace panties,

My time is not set aside to objectify myself, for love or for money.

There are endless pictures that scroll by,
Endless words, vast numbers,

Worth is boiled down to heart icons and analytics, 

And not a single warm touch is near.

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