We sexualize ourselves
On birth the eyes can’t tell
The image; into our minds it delves
The desire cannot afterwards be witheld
A bodily prohibition
Producing a fetish
For ourselves

Producing a fetish
For each other
Your best friend’s mother
Sister
Brother
An Acquaitance
A Stranger
A fetish doesn’t care about danger
Or love
Sadly, it’s true
And sometimes
Neither do you

Don’t complain about
The way you’re treated
Without looking like what they like.
What you like.
Your fetish makes you judge like them.
You are them.
You can get around it
But you still like it
You can understand it
Ridiculous to reprimand it

The urge would come about
Without
Society’s way
Something always entices
Everyone develops vices
But it’s a little ironic
Wouldn’t you say
The way
That in trying to be decent
We sexualize ourselves