I love writing about social issues and things I am passionate about concerning advocacy. This is one of my earliest poems in that field. Disclaimer: This poem is a little old, and a bit amateur. Sorry :\ Nevertheless, enjoy!
Careful, Sally.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.
They will crawl over you,
Like the plague,
And sink their needle fangs,
Into your tender skin,
And the bulbous wound will appear,
With red rings,
Like the plague.
Careful Sally,
Don't wear skirts too short,
Or the boys will notice,
The beasts will notice,
And they will devour you,
Suck the soul from your body,
The marrow from your bones.
You must cover those milky white knees, Sally.
For you are nothing more,
Than the body you wear.
Careful Sally
When you walk down the street,
For the men will wink,
And call to you.
But you mustn't do the same,
To the handsome men crossing the street,
For they,
Are more,
Much more
Than the shallow husk of skins.
Careful Sally,
Don't walk down the street at night,
The ghostly shadows,
That bloom in the glow of the streetlamps,
Will swallow you whole.
With claws and fangs,
But no eyes to see.
Careful Sally,
Don't talk too much,
Or they will sow your pretty lips shut,
With their needles and threads,
Pretty threads and needles,
Silent, sharp, silky threads and needles.
Careful Sally,
Keep your eyes on the ground,
Trace the cracks of concrete,
Examine the filaments of dirt under his yellow toenails,
But don't look up.
Never look up.
Careful Sally,
You must keep your cheeks rosy with blush,
And your eyes dark with liner.
Your lashes like Black feathers,
Long and curled,
And Your skin
Softer than pretty pink cotton.
You must be curvaceous,
But you must hide it,
Lock it away,
Another secret of your own.
Careful Sally,
For there is a monster under your bed,
One that waits for you to fall asleep,
And will prey on your soul,
And feast on your bones,
For you are nothing more than a body,
Nothing more than a body,
Nothing more than the flimsy skin that covers your bones,
Nothing more than blood and skin and bones.
Don't sleep Sally,
For it is there,
And it will take you.
A/N: This poem was by no means a way for me to attack anyone (specifically men). I'm simply describing a culture that many women are exposed to. Sorry if I offended anyone in advance...
