She's a hot mess
In a red dress
And you can't keep your eyes
Off her chest
Am I your meal
Or am I your prize?
A trophy to be won
For Mr. Nice
Am I a video Game to be played
A toy for a drooling boy
To be entertained?
Who's just waiting to be amused
- not to be confused
With the big leagues
The one that seeks
Control and power
But is truthfully a coward
For he'd never harm
Someone armed with a gun
No, he only preys on
Gazelle with broken legs
That can not run
You say I am the
Blood in your veins
For behaviour like this
Can not be changed
Am I your water,
Your oxygen?
A lung donor, perhaps?
For I can not move
Another step untouched
What's my purpose?
How can I serve you
At the expense of my existence?
And so, I fulfill my role
For it is the sole purpose of my soul
YOU ARE READING
GIRLS // Poetry --reupload (2016)
Poetryreupload (2016) A poetry collection that addresses girlhood and womanhood. Old view count: 1.somethingK & 100something votes © All Rights Reserved Highest Ranking: #34 in poem 4/1/24 #4 in poembook 3/28/24 #5 in...
