They look at me like I owe a fuck. Like they can take off my clothes without a thought for my pain and feeling. I owe them for existing.
In a world of men, I survive as a girl, woman, and female.
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Warning: SA, Rambling
You have been warned...
That was pretty tense. I wrote this when I first started writing poetry as a hobby, and that was when I was just writing in my diary. I hadn't posted anything yet at that time. I remember when I was looking over all the poems that I wanted to post, and then I stumbled upon this one, and I said no. It was the only poem I didn't post that I had written at the time. I wrote this because men were staring me up and down and smiling, + an old man followed me all within the span of a few days(not a week, mind you). Safe to say, I was a bit taken back at their audacity. I was also angry at all the other men who had come before them. But never once in my life did I realize how it made me feel until that very week. How uncomfortable and scary it truly was. I had never really thought about how it could affect me so much that I would expect there to be a day to come when I wouldn't be joined by another person on my walk. Defenseless against anyone who would see me as less than. I would be found dead, or I would have to explain what happened.
The reason I didn't post the poem originally was because I felt I was too harsh on men/being a bit political. I do not hate them, and yes, there is also the argument that it's not all men. No, but it is a lot of them. And a lot of them have gone out of their way to make women uncomfortable that are just trying to mind their not even wearing revealing clothes. Because the clothes don't matter. They never do. They never did. They never will. It does not matter what age you are. If you're ugly, pretty, or just around average. It won't matter when they've torn off your clothes with just a glance.
If you read all that. I apologize. It's just been stuck on my mind for all this time. Finally, I'm getting the guts to let it out. Anyways... Have a good day and night! 🌹❤️
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