Sexist

Beauty does not insinuate compliance,
does not imply entitlement-
is bestowed, at times, upon people who do not embrace it.
My face, breasts and flaxen waves are not for you-
these do not speak of the depth of me
they are not yours to own, gawk, judge.
I exude who I really am,
not the mindless drone persona which others often impose upon me.
(Taste bitter as copper on your tongue, when I say these few words- I scream them with my eyes, daggers.)
I should slap you in the face, swift justice for your disrespect.
(My face is up here.)
I could incinerate you, sexist asshole.