I walk in , you look and stare . Your unaware that those glares make me feel uncomfortable . But that’s just what “ men are like today “ You comment on my hip , bust and waist Measure my worth by how acceptable my face is And invade my space , because you have “something to tell me” Although I know exactly what your gonna say. You never fail to disappoint. I read your mind. Every single time . Know every line . You were trying to hook me with But I am not your “ catch of the day “ How many other girls you threw your bait to and ended up devoured by your egos , selfishness and pride . How many of them were thrown back in the sea because you were still hungry so you searched for a bigger prize . That is not me . I won’t become her . So I ignore you Because how dare you ? Why should I accept you? Who gave you the right to treat me that way ? But all you reply is “what a waste of a pretty face “ Then stormed out cause just like you measured my worth , I did the same to yours and put you in your place But hey that’s“men today “
A coworker asked me despite all the guys trying to talk to you , Why won’t you “submit” to a man and I guess I felt annoyed thus the birth of this poem .