~a collection of poetry~
hello everyone, these are all the spaces i take up and i hope that you will join me in them.
this is my first attempt at a poetry book so i hope that you all like and please be kind!
*I do not claim the photos are mine, the...
Yes you, the one who looks linger too long, the one who tells me to "just smile" when you point an unwanted camera at me
To you, the man who flutters around, sexist comments dripping from your mouth, sex jokes with a grin, making sure I'm over 18 before you speak your mind, expecting everyone to listen
Yes you, I see you
I know how you make me feel, all coiled up and wrong, with nothing but fishbowl glass separating you and me, I am for your amusement
But darling it seems I am the one amused
I find your arrogance laughable, your sex appeal, your sliver fox, sad
I am not scared of you, though I know you want me to be
I won't allow you to get off on nervous glances
all predator and prey, the hunt is electric, but the catch is for ruin
No
I grin, bat eyelashes at you with a tease in my pretty blue eyes, read between the curves of my lips
young girl want some
And I watch
I watch as your hands shake
this game, I know how to play it well
darling, you are not the first
That man before you took all he could take of me, ate till he was full, left me starving in the hall
So you will be the last, build my castle with cement,
no weakness,
no crumble
you want to feel my warm hands, but my soul is oh so cold
there is nothing left of me for you to kill, nothing left of me that society tells you you're entitled to
boys never grow up, men never get old
but you're supposed to be the adults' girls look up to
And you, the guy at my work
Do you believe all women have cotton in their mouths, strings around their wrists
you puppet master
Do you believe it's your job to make us smile and concede
Say it's unbecoming when a girl gets angry
But I am not scared of you, I have seen the lion behind many a man, and boys who learn from their fathers
You hunt down pretty gazelle's forgetting that it's not just "man" who poaches
I want your mane on my goddamn wall
And to the guy at my work,
As I stand in your office door
Short dress, brush against my legs
you ask me if I ever want to get married
And it's because of men like you
I say no
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