I can’t walk alone at night.
But it’s okay because men like me.
I can’t wear short skirts without getting whistled at.
But it’s okay because men like me.
If I dress how I want, I’m a whore.
But it’s okay because men like me.
If I am touched, it is my fault.
But it’s okay because men like me.
If I starve, I’ll be too skinny. But if I eat, I’ll be too fat.
But it’s okay because men like me.
But do men like me?
Or do they like my body?
The body that they harm and then worship.
The body that they love and then hate.
I can’t express how I feel, that would make me ‘uptight’.
I want to wear short skirts.
I want to walk alone at night.
I think my ego would survive if men stopped slapping my ass.
Men would not agree though.
Men would not agree because they don’t like me.
Men only like the idea of me.
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Author:
Morgana (
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Got a problem there, haven't you?
How so?
Men come in all kinds - a spectrum from good to bad and all points in between, Ever tried engaging with them as a human being rather than an object?
Why do you want to wear short skirts?
https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-160895
Please note in particular, but not exclusively my final stanza.
You are just your question...
Which one? I have a lot and you just gave me one more.
Summarize them all to the essential and existential one !
To Lorenz (below).
I am genuinely curious now, please explain which question exactly and please tell me what your intentions are with this comment, right now it seems condescending and kind of misogynistic, but I can't understand until you stop posting cryptic comments.
Just a touch of humor .No aggressive intent and no intentions . bye .
Hey Lorenz – give her a break. When I first responded to her piece (as above) there was nothing on her home page to indicate who she was. Subsequently she stated her age as 14.
So at 14 she has barely entered adolescence; her brain won’t fully mature until she is 25 or so. Who knows, by then she may have developed into a happy healthy human being.
In the meantime, be kind.
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