They say it casually,
like it’s weather,
like bodies are just something
you pass through on the way
to becoming a man.
I wonder when a girl
became a placeholder,
when her laughter turned into a rumor
and her skin into a story
told without her name.
Maybe it’s easier
to touch than to know.
To take than to listen.
To brag than to admit
you don’t know how to be gentle
without feeling small.
They call it desire,
but desire doesn’t need to belittle.
Desire doesn’t laugh
after the door closes
or count worth in inches and silence.
I think some boys are taught
that power lives in conquest,
that respect is weakness,
that feelings are a debt
they refuse to pay.
So they use bodies
to avoid hearts,
use words like knives
and then act surprised
when trust bleeds out.
But I keep wondering—
what would happen
if they learned that a girl
is not a trophy,
not a rumor,
not a lesson in control—
but a whole person,
thinking, choosing, remembering
everything they said
when they thought
she was just a body.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 9:21 PM UTC
They say it casually,
like it’s weather,
like bodies are just something
you pass through on the way
to becoming a man.
I wonder when a girl
became a placeholder,
when her laughter turned into a rumor
and her skin into a story
told without her name.
Maybe it’s easier
to touch than to know.
To take than to listen.
To brag than to admit
you don’t know how to be gentle
without feeling small.
They call it desire,
but desire doesn’t need to belittle.
Desire doesn’t laugh
after the door closes
or count worth in inches and silence.
I think some boys are taught
that power lives in conquest,
that respect is weakness,
that feelings are a debt
they refuse to pay.
So they use bodies
to avoid hearts,
use words like knives
and then act surprised
when trust bleeds out.
But I keep wondering—
what would happen
if they learned that a girl
is not a trophy,
not a rumor,
not a lesson in control—
but a whole person,
thinking, choosing, remembering
everything they said
when they thought
she was just a body.
