She begins to dress up.
She wonders if,
as per her previous experience,
after he undresses her later that night,
he would begin to dress her down.
One is in a show glass;
the other is on the counter.
One tries not to be seen as cheap;
the other allows herself to be touched.
The ones in the show glass
think of themselves as more expensive;
some of them would even
look down on the ones out in the open.
The bigger question is,
why are they all treated like living commodities?
“Ronke, I am proud of you. Continue to keep your virginity. Imagine getting an unwrapped, half-empty bottle of fruit juice for Christmas, after expecting a full bottle. How would you feel, when you begin to drink it? Men respect women more when they marry them as virgins.”
I am wondering why I’m being compared to a bottle of fruit juice in the first place. Why am I in this messed up, patriarchal society as a woman? Why do I have to deal with this shit; was it absolutely necessary?
I mean, I could have been a hibiscus plant or an owl…