women, walking streets in neighborhoods

i am tired
of being looked at
like a dog or
like a piece of meat, ready
to be seared
to perfection
served up
on a silver platter
to be devoured

i react to you
like an enemy
with proud silence
to silence whatever
leaks out of you and
spills on to me

there is always something

what a sad thing
for a girl to learn
her body, the battleground
her body, the instigator
her body, she is trapped

her breasts talk to you
or so you think
when you forget i have eyes
or a sense of dignity

i cannot


This entry was published on June 27, 2013 at 6:38 pm. It’s filed under emotions and stuff, feminist things, free write, honest conversation, life and living, personal stories, photography, poetry, words, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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