I imagined myself a porn star.
I imagined my body that of a siren;
Gleaming with the sheen of manufactured sweat.
I imagined myself nude but cloaked in the armor of modern Amazons;
Mile high platform stilettos and a G-string.
I imagined myself with hair perfectly styled like it’s the “morning after”.
I imagined myself with a pair of tits that someone finds delicious.
I imagined myself your man’s every fantasy.
I imagined myself strong and self-assured.
I imagined the red of my lips a declaration
Against all who would speak against me.
I imagined knowing my power
Every time I feel the evidence of our mutual surrender,
His and mine, on the flesh of my inner thigh.
I imagined myself never feeling as naked
Or as dirty as when I was forced to hide
In the grey woolen barricade of a shapeless sweater
From the words poisoned by your depreciated value of my sex.
So, yes, I imagined myself a porn star.