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 .
