I'm sick of people assuming
that for a woman,
there is a wall between being pretty
and being smart. I can be both,
I choose both.
So let me.
What makes you think that I
am asking for more than pleasantries?
Conversation, whether had in a high-cut skirt
or dingy frayed jeans, is only
an invitation for more of the same.
There are no unasked questions,
but if you fill that void with assumptions,
the burning shame felt belongs to