She stands there smiling,
As the camera starts climbing,
They know what they want,
And won’t settle for less than perfect.
The colour of her hair blonde as the sun,
Eyes open wide and blue as the sky,
Face full of makeup to ready to impress.
From the way her dress clings to her figure,
Low enough to show off her cleavage,
Stopping just below her thighs,
Highlighting her posterior.
Her feet so soft like she’s never walked before,
Framed by heels so tight enough to cut blood.
She stands there still as the camera watches her,
Just like her mother was taught before she knows not to squirm.
As the camera searches for the best looking women,
Who can cook and clean and raise all the children,
The camera stops as they lick their lips,
It’s found the women it’s gonna pick,
They grab her by the hand and pull it like a lead,
Back to their home more known as a prison.
-
Author:
RGJ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2021 17:42
- Comment from author about the poem: I don’t identify as a women myself though I did identify as she/her before I became they/them so unfortunately I do still live through the expectations that mean still put on women. In this the camera is used as a metaphor for a mans eyes examining a women who had been taught that this is what was expected of her. This also goes to a loveless marriage and feeling trapped in your own house as you are meant to be the loving housewife ready to bend to his every wim and provide him with heirs.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 16
Offline)
Comments3
Ouch! Good job not all men function as described.
Such sad words, women (or men) should not be treated in this way at any time.
Goes both ways: Some (many?) men are taught their attitudes to women in the complex manner (let’s call it socialisation) society puts on them, but manage to wriggle out of that role and seek better relationships with women.
Likewise many women grow up, mature and question these societal norms and find other behaviours, of which you have chosen only one.
Welcome to MPS.
And let’s be hearing from you in the comments sections below your and other's works.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.