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Nov 2019
You see me as your own personal object
An object with a hole
A hole that satisfys  your desires and cravings
That trophy on the shelf or that medal on your chest that your friends claim to have but I beg to differ
You are willing to push morals and values aside for this thing this object this action
Is that what we’ve made ******* become ?
Something that is no longer sensual ? No longer valued nor appreciated ?
Something we do to be “in” and “cool”
Sexualize people based on their body’s, make them feel like nothing more than objects . Objects at your disposal.
I’m tired of a generation that is unable to love. We are one of the most claimed to be accepting generations but I think it’s a lie. A lie we tell ourself and each other to make us feel good or okay about shoving people into box’s and categories.
Yes come out as bisexual this is a safe space but just watch out.
We may say a few things behind your back.
It’s sad, it’s to the point where love has no hope and no trust. It’s all down the drain. We have broken people trying to love others but it’s only making the situation worse. We crave attention from anyone and everyone just to validate that we are enough. We can’t tell ourselves or empower ourselves because we don’t believe in ourselves. We need a generation who is ambitious not destructive.
Don’t know if this is even a poem but oh well. Also excuse how messy it is. It’s just a little vent.
Written by
Cassidy valentine  17/F/South Africa
(17/F/South Africa)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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