you say it's okay
it's okay for men to look
and leer
and pursue me with their eyes
to call after me like I'm something not
as if i'm owned
a piece of property
clothes
hair, eyes, skin but never ever a mouth
you say it's okay
it's not.
YOU ARE READING
Cursed
PoetryThe stringy bits and pieces of my thoughts. A collection of pretentious poems and unfinished sentences better left unsaid.
