Even Aphrodite is an object to you?
A goddess that lays ahead of us all
curated
In marble out of the hands of hundreds of men
Worshipped
by the thousands of women and children
Why do you perceive beauty in a frail eye
or a possession of your own
And yet the “private parts” of hers
were carved out of holy marble
for the male gaze to seek and consume
Because no beauty and lust came without the loss of innocence
Never mind the power she held
You still stripped her down
And looked
Grinned
And made a mockery of women.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
Even Aphrodite is an object to you?
A goddess that lays ahead of us all
curated
In marble out of the hands of hundreds of men
Worshipped
by the thousands of women and children
Why do you perceive beauty in a frail eye
or a possession of your own
And yet the “private parts” of hers
were carved out of holy marble
for the male gaze to seek and consume
Because no beauty and lust came without the loss of innocence
Never mind the power she held
You still stripped her down
And looked
Grinned
And made a mockery of women.
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