#demeaning - Hello Poetry

I have always been reluctant for stepping towards the path of expertise because the kid inside my heart laughs out innocuously on my foibles which I prefer over demeaning. © SPRIHA KANT

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Apr 3, 2021

Apr 3, 2021 at 9:26 AM UTC

spriha-kant

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I have always been reluctant for stepping towards the path of expertise because the kid inside my heart laughs out innocuously on my foibles which I prefer over demeaning. © SPRIHA KANT

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I can see why, you chose her. She's much more prettier than me. She's much more funnier than me. She's much more smarter than me. She's much more cuter than me. She's much more skinnier than me. She's just much more than me. I guess I'll never be more to you. (e.i)

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Mar 20, 2016

Mar 20, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC

little-azaleah

She

I can see why, you chose her. She's much more prettier than me. She's much more funnier than me. She's much more smarter than me. She's much more cuter than me. She's much more skinnier than me. She's just much more than me. I guess I'll never be more to you. (e.i)

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How dare society make us women feel like Our very own bodies is a prison, To be locked up behind the metal bars of our ******* Tied up by the chains of our curvy figures And the sentence lying between our thighs. And the sentence is brutal. Consent is no longer existent When the *** is too tempting for a man to say no And for you to say no. Our butts slapped, Chests groped, Cheeks pinched, Thighs squeezed, In this prison we had the decency to call our own body We are handcuffed to the degrading appetite of a man. Women are not a display of things to touch We are not a dessert menu for a man’s hunger To be ordered by catcalling: Want a taste of a woman’s behind? **** that *** A taste of **** Oh, baby, put on a show for us! Or just the full course meal- Hey girl, ow ow owwww! It is about time we strong women break free. The jailor of men- I stole the key. It is about time we change out of our prison uniforms of Bikinis and mini skirts and stilettos And break down the locks that confined us. Our prison sentence is just about up, And when we are let loose, Us women will no longer stand for such debasing behaviors. And when we’re free, It’ll be time to teach the men a little lesson This cage of our body does not define us, boys, Maybe try finding the prisoner behind the bars- Her personality, Charming smile, And brilliant intellect, Instead of demeaning our existence, Objectifying our importance- We are not your tools, your toys. We are humans, too, you know, With- get this- feelings. Try manners and kindness rather than Feeling and groping your way to a woman’s heart. We are not a play museum- we are the artifact, The masterpiece- Mona Lisa, Starry Night, the Sistine Chapel- You must stand behind the red velvet ropes and perform What the English language calls respect, With a thing also known as consent. This- my body- is also known as my body, It is not his, it is not hers, and most importantly, It is not yours. Please try to understand this- I know, it’s super complicated. And if you gain anything from this, let it be this: We are not here to satisfy you- Women are not prisoners to a man’s every need. We are not objects- no- And we deserve to be heard.

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC

Bluerayne14

Prison

How dare society make us women feel like Our very own bodies is a prison, To be locked up behind the metal bars of our ******* Tied up by the chains of our curvy figures And the sentence lying between our thighs. And the sentence is brutal. Consent is no longer existent When the *** is too tempting for a man to say no And for you to say no. Our butts slapped, Chests groped, Cheeks pinched, Thighs squeezed, In this prison we had the decency to call our own body We are handcuffed to the degrading appetite of a man. Women are not a display of things to touch We are not a dessert menu for a man’s hunger To be ordered by catcalling: Want a taste of a woman’s behind? **** that *** A taste of **** Oh, baby, put on a show for us! Or just the full course meal- Hey girl, ow ow owwww! It is about time we strong women break free. The jailor of men- I stole the key. It is about time we change out of our prison uniforms of Bikinis and mini skirts and stilettos And break down the locks that confined us. Our prison sentence is just about up, And when we are let loose, Us women will no longer stand for such debasing behaviors. And when we’re free, It’ll be time to teach the men a little lesson This cage of our body does not define us, boys, Maybe try finding the prisoner behind the bars- Her personality, Charming smile, And brilliant intellect, Instead of demeaning our existence, Objectifying our importance- We are not your tools, your toys. We are humans, too, you know, With- get this- feelings. Try manners and kindness rather than Feeling and groping your way to a woman’s heart. We are not a play museum- we are the artifact, The masterpiece- Mona Lisa, Starry Night, the Sistine Chapel- You must stand behind the red velvet ropes and perform What the English language calls respect, With a thing also known as consent. This- my body- is also known as my body, It is not his, it is not hers, and most importantly, It is not yours. Please try to understand this- I know, it’s super complicated. And if you gain anything from this, let it be this: We are not here to satisfy you- Women are not prisoners to a man’s every need. We are not objects- no- And we deserve to be heard.

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