Just because I'm sexy doesn't mean you can fuck me.

*THIS IS THE FINAL DRAFT.*

The patriarchal society I live in has brainwashed me, polluted my mind since the very moment I was born. I was born from my mother, the giver of life itself. She held me close to her, inside her, for nine months. I came to this world from the inside of her into the hands of a man. But she glows brighter than the moon herself and has taught me how to look into lost worlds.

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Just because I’m sexy doesn’t mean you can sleep with me. It also doesn’t mean that you can call me baby, boo, suga, or your “Tofutti Cutie Sugar Baby”. It ain’t cute and I don’t like it. My name is Alicia. The origin of my name is Latin and its meaning is Truth, so I’m going to give it to you. See, it’s people like you who come up to me thinking I’m much less than what I really am. You think I’m naive and insecure, and you conclude that I’m wearing this short fitted little black dress because I want your attention, I need your attention. You couldn’t be any more wrong. Yeah, maybe five years ago, when I was, in fact, insecure and unaware of the power that I possess as a young woman, would I have fallen for your slick lies and smooth pickup lines. Not anymore though. Times have changed! Oh my, how times have changed, how I have changed. It took me seventeen years to love every bit of myself and I refuse to let someone of your repute make all that work count for nothing. It’s people like you who come up to me licking your lips, eyeing me, and saying things that you think will make me want to sway my hips, when all you do is make me question. Question not you but myself.
If our thoughts, our dreams, and our actions are what really define us as a person, then what does that make me if I have been born with a genetic makeup, a body, that only stimulates one’s aesthetic pleasures? Does this mean I am of lesser significance on this Earth? I know the answers to these questions, but I can’t escape the doubts I have about them. I doubt the validity of my answers, the truth. It’s easy to tell myself that I am more than what these people see and that I am not of any less or any more significance on this planet, but one must believe it, not only know it. I struggle constantly with the logical side of myself because, I have yet to come to the actualization that I’ve got a gold mine between my legs and that I, along with every other woman, glow beyond the intensity of the moon’s luminescence. I know for a fact that this only occurs because the right side of my brain has been inculcated to believe that the natural beauty we are born with is not good enough. Constantly being told to consume not only material goods but to consume them because I’m “suffering” from something. I am a victim of the media, but I am not only aware but I am rising above them.