- a piece for those whom i hate -

bits of an

 

I wish they would just die

You know, drop dead like some nasty fly?

The language I’m using might be a tad too strong

But how can I not, when them being alive is just too wrong.

 

It is not a simple irrational fear of mine

Its trauma, it’s something I can’t recover from – I can’t seem to be fine.

I see them in broad daylight

They chase me in my nightmares no matter how strong I try to stand up to fight.

 

They are predators,

With eyes so lustful I almost want to curse at their creators.

I shudder to think what runs in their heads

Every time they see a girl approaching from up ahead.

 

They say girls should dress for themselves,

To be confident, to flaunt those pieces that they keep on the top shelf.

We fight and say to not care

About those who shame and judge what we want to look and wear.

 

But regardless of our self-confidence and strength,

Their existence persists, much like some inevitable stench.

It seems it doesn’t matter how high we build our walls

They seem to see past every layer and right to our cores.

 

They defend themselves by saying it’s our fault.

That we should be conservative – we should have worn thicker clothes.

They say that it’s us, not them.

But whose lust drove them to want to see past a skirt’s hem?

 

Our efforts never seem to matter,

Even if we cry, scream, or want to win in another pointless banter,

We can’t control what they want to see

It is out of our hands – it can’t always be our responsibility.

 

When men can’t control their raging demons,

Why must it be the women who suffer for some reason?

How long will it be until we can truly be free?

To flaunt ourselves as society’s rightful queens?

  • Author: bits of an (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2021 06:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wore a pair of shorts today and the looks made me want to end someone's sight. And yes, I can choose not to care, but it scares me, it disgusts me. And yes, it could have been looks of praise or admiration, but I can't be wrong about what I'm thinking, there is always that specific feel - I would know it, I just know it in myself that I do. Sexual harassment isn't a specific thing, after all, at least that's what I think. I just hope that someday, girls can be able to walk freely and without being scared of predators in plain sight. :)
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Poetic Dan

    As a dad of two girls I keep working towards this world and also two boy who see how a gentleman should act!
    Keep up the write and strut let no anxiety or society hold you back, be free you magnificent queen!



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