Smile

He told me to smile because it looks good on me, 
So I did.

He looked at my body like a greedy child as though it were candy on top of the fridge, 

And he told my he liked my ass, 

He liked my boobs,

And he liked my smile,

My smile. 

A smile so broken and sad it's as though they painted the smile on to hide my pain and relentlessness to please the men who feast upon the lie.

My body is a temple, 

Yet my pants reveal too much, 

Yet my skirts reveal too much, 

Yet my cashier uniform reveals too much, 

Though when I cover up I'm just an up-tight prude.

Smile.

I smile through the pain, 

I smile through the words, 

I smile through his hands running up and down my thighs as I say no.

Smile.