to the women that face catcalling on the daily. You are braver than I.
Sweetheart is not a Name
You there
Little boy
Wearing adult clothes
Trying to weave melodies that make me
Fall with open limbs
But you fall short
calling me "Sweetheart"
Sweetheart is not a name
You don't deserve my sweetness
And when you try to take it without asking
It makes me anything but sweet
Sweetheart is not a name
Especially from a predator like you
Eyes wide with hands and teeth made to tear flesh
Tear my sweetness from me
Take my smile, force it from me
Sweetheart is not a name
It is not my name
Neither are the melodies you weave
I don't need them
I make melodies all on my own
They tell of the terror of walking home at night
The ways I dress my body like a shield of armor
Hold my keys in my fist teeth out
Never putting my drink down at parties
The smell of pepper spray in the air
I hope of days where no one is calling me 'Sweetheart'
You there,
Little boy
Mommy's over there calling for you to come home for supper
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryHere is my collection of poetry I have written throughout my school days. This is only school poetry. My personal poetry is for hopefully a book of poetry eventually.
