I can see them watching me
“How gross,” I think
“Look at them
watching,
judging,
leering,
at an underage girl.”
Maybe that’s part of the appeal
“How humiliating for them,” I think
I refuse to listen to that small voice in my head
That voice that tells me to cover up despite the 90 degree heat
Despite the fact that I’m walking my dogs in the comfort of my own neighborhood
Despite the fact they shouldn’t be looking in the first place
Instead I hold their eye contact
Instead I refuse to change my clothes
Instead I push away that voice and do whatever the f*ck I want
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Empowering poem, Yes, do whatever you want 🙂 be who you are like its nobodys' buisness
exactly!!
yeah, sorry
I read your powerful words and just raged
cos
there's so many, who will never
have the strength and bravery
to word
their ordeal, like you
dear Poet
and every minute
another poor individual
is being dumped into that ill-fated
circumstance..
(at 3 years old
'oh this one's gonna break a lot of hearts'
at 13 years old
'what a stunner your kid's becoming'
.
.
.
apparently, this and countless more
'praise'
for the aesthetic, worth
of an impressionable child
is a perfectly accepted
form of conduct for a grown a$$
adult..
oh and this be the innocent ones
those, truly vile one's
simply lurk and pretend
while their barbaric mind's
plot, depraved thoughts...
oh yeah, don't forget - to:
'listen to your elders,...., dear'
Fckin hypocrites!
I can't believe
we can't drive till we get a license
but we can pop out a baby
and fck-up a life
acting like, we had no say
in accountability of our actions..
just horrid)
I totally agree. Thank you for your elaboration! this is exactly what I wanted my poem to convey!
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