I have been conditioned To submit To sacrifice To shut up and take it.
From the very first advances That were a little too aggressive To the subtle denying of my wishes When I said stop and you said “shhh…” When I said no and you said “why not?” When I said I can’t and you said “please” When I put my hand up and you pushed it away When you thought it was romantic To push my limits When you thought coercion was normal And submission was expected. When I stopped questioning Why your needs were more important than mine. When your mouth said “I respect you” But your hands said you didn’t. When your sudden coldness Sent chills down my spine When your charming side disappeared And your true self mystified me.
When I thought coercion was normal.
When I started to feel like nothing.
When my body was used But not satisfied Touched But not felt.
When your laugh in the dark Made me feel like a victim In a horror movie
Up until I finally decided That you are the beginning and end Of my objectification.