#objectify - Hello Poetry

if only modesty was a guard from being assaulted, objectified, or harassed maybe then would i think there is power in that… they say dress how you want to be addressed, yet the wrong hands wouldn’t hesitate to undress you even when i’m dressed and covered up, they still aren’t respectful it’s disgraceful… why should i feel shameful when your acts are deep rooted in shame? why should i suffer, and why should i carry the pain? why should i be treated like an animal and hidden away, when in reality they are the ones who need to be tamed? stop telling me modesty is a guard… i am not the one who needs to change

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Jan 6

Jan 6, 2026 at 6:26 PM UTC

by-johanna

Modesty

if only modesty was a guard from being assaulted, objectified, or harassed maybe then would i think there is power in that… they say dress how you want to be addressed, yet the wrong hands wouldn’t hesitate to undress you even when i’m dressed and covered up, they still aren’t respectful it’s disgraceful… why should i feel shameful when your acts are deep rooted in shame? why should i suffer, and why should i carry the pain? why should i be treated like an animal and hidden away, when in reality they are the ones who need to be tamed? stop telling me modesty is a guard… i am not the one who needs to change

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There’s a piece of me thrown in ungraspable territory Forever captured by bigotry - belonging to those who silently used me. Unknowingly, I was greeting it - Smiling as teachers witness absurdities Thankful as they complimented my body Proud when the shy guy finally touched me. Little did I know it was demeaning I’ve been deceived about the relevance of my skin Not abused nor victimised We’d laugh - so much it was normalised. Later defiance sprang from envy I’d bring a knife to the party, act a little sassy I’d talk back when they chased me, wear a skirt insolently. Just testing boundaries as they fancy my body - may I help them **** off at the sight of me? // And after all that time there’s a piece in me One part shame one part indignity Forever confused and tranquilly fury.

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Oct 18, 2025

Oct 18, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC

Indralala

a piece of me // a piece in me

There’s a piece of me thrown in ungraspable territory Forever captured by bigotry - belonging to those who silently used me. Unknowingly, I was greeting it - Smiling as teachers witness absurdities Thankful as they complimented my body Proud when the shy guy finally touched me. Little did I know it was demeaning I’ve been deceived about the relevance of my skin Not abused nor victimised We’d laugh - so much it was normalised. Later defiance sprang from envy I’d bring a knife to the party, act a little sassy I’d talk back when they chased me, wear a skirt insolently. Just testing boundaries as they fancy my body - may I help them **** off at the sight of me? // And after all that time there’s a piece in me One part shame one part indignity Forever confused and tranquilly fury.

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i hate the way men look at me jesus never had to deal with that

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May 20, 2025

May 20, 2025 at 8:51 PM UTC

kylar

he knows our suffering

i hate the way men look at me jesus never had to deal with that

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Why do we distort beauty? Beauty can be power, but it can also be a burden I never understood, but now I do When we are not bestowed with it, We cage it by any and all means possible We mock those who lack it and hate those who have it Green monsters rise in us We blur the pure with cold blacks and angry reds We blame them while we try to be them I suppose jealousy is a fickle thing In the stories of old, they say one is blessed with beauty To gain the admirable attention of others, How it must feel to be dotted on But then comes the curse Of having too much attention Of getting the wrong attention Of being objectified and not respected Of being catcalled in the streets and attempting to ignore crass comments and rude remarks. Like the attention Don't like the attention To be called beautiful is such a nice thing Until it's not.

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Apr 8, 2022

Apr 8, 2022 at 12:32 AM UTC

Shewantsthesun

Beauty: The Blessing and The Curse

Why do we distort beauty? Beauty can be power, but it can also be a burden I never understood, but now I do When we are not bestowed with it, We cage it by any and all means possible We mock those who lack it and hate those who have it Green monsters rise in us We blur the pure with cold blacks and angry reds We blame them while we try to be them I suppose jealousy is a fickle thing In the stories of old, they say one is blessed with beauty To gain the admirable attention of others, How it must feel to be dotted on But then comes the curse Of having too much attention Of getting the wrong attention Of being objectified and not respected Of being catcalled in the streets and attempting to ignore crass comments and rude remarks. Like the attention Don't like the attention To be called beautiful is such a nice thing Until it's not.

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A Wouldn’t Object Limerick for a few reasons to objectify, peddle her a pedestal to request a little eyeliner, some mascara, actual clothes of non-athletic wear lineage, cease and desist with daily loon of lulu-ness; dare not suggest some lipstick or heaven forbid, a piece of jewelry sparkle, lest I be trussed and tested, returned to the closet to join my fella sweatpants of graying demeanor, of colorless pallor and smelly familiarity

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Jun 7, 2020

Jun 7, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC

ogdiddynash

A Wouldn’t Object Limerick

A Wouldn’t Object Limerick for a few reasons to objectify, peddle her a pedestal to request a little eyeliner, some mascara, actual clothes of non-athletic wear lineage, cease and desist with daily loon of lulu-ness; dare not suggest some lipstick or heaven forbid, a piece of jewelry sparkle, lest I be trussed and tested, returned to the closet to join my fella sweatpants of graying demeanor, of colorless pallor and smelly familiarity

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for a woman all too often it's not about the reputation that precedes her but rather unfairly like a stalker it's what follows closely behind her

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Feb 11, 2020

Feb 11, 2020 at 10:30 AM UTC