a poem to my younger self

H. Jordan

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

  • Author: H. Jordan (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 14th, 2022 17:21
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 16
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • a thousand wishes

    Empowering poem, Yes, do whatever you want 🙂 be who you are like its nobodys' buisness

  • L. B. Mek

    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)

    • H. Jordan

      I totally agree. Thank you for your elaboration! this is exactly what I wanted my poem to convey!



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