What's Your Number? (Poem)
If he asks about your number
Own it with pride
If you’re worried about losing him
You’re gazing in the wrong eyes
He doesn’t get to taste the meat
Without cracking open the skin
If he wants you as you are
The only way through is in
Or do you think your worth lies
In the stories
Between your thighs?
Because if it does
Where were you before
When you lit your cigarettes smiling
As they crawled out the door?
Or is it perhaps that you were never so trivial to think
That a woman who enjoys her sexuality deserves to shrink?
But if that indeed is your take
(Which a woman like you deep down should know)
Then why you are so damn afraid to let your truth show?
But the gentlemen, they say
“Her number shows a lot about who she is”
Because he can’t handle a woman
With a number bigger than his
Those kind of women
Who blaze trails of fire behind them
Because they walk radiant
Because they use their past
As a pedestal
They have no reason to feel small
You’re fucking astonishing
And why don’t you see?
He’ll stop caring about your number
The moment you own it