In shadows cast, I stand, my heart feels sore,
Not beautiful, but "cute," at best, they implore.
Love's worth, in men's eyes, I can't seem to find,
Reduced to an object, desire defined.

A foolish dream, I once held in my heart,
To be loved, cherished, a meaningful part.
Yet, my hope, now crushed, I can't ignore,
As I see myself, just a piece to explore.

In this darkness, I resign my fate,
A piece of meat, to be hunted, innate.
Devoured by men's hunger, I now see,
In this harsh reality, my soul's decree.