When you walk by
I tilt my head,
sway my hips,
lengthen my stride:
Look at me.
I am secret seduction
wrapped in a bantam bow.
I am seen,
not heard.
Posed for you to look at.
Look at me.
I am long ligaments
under soft supple skin.
An arms-length away
walking for you to notice.
Look at me.
I am a chin tucked,
eyes lowered,
dutiful docility personified.
Pliant as playdough.
Eyes expressing no dissent: acceptance.
Acceptance of those who look,
and those who don’t.
Never entirely sure of which is better.
Look at me?
About the Writer
Ashlyn Korpak, Editor in Chief
Ashlyn Korpak is a senior and entering her fourth and final year on The Central Trend. You can almost always find Ashlyn in The Central Trend room. But,...