"sexualize" poems
I am told that I should love my body,
and I should not be ashamed.
BUT the white, conservative men tell me otherwise, making me feel nothing but shame.
When did it become okay for a male's education to be more important than a woman's rights?
When did it become okay to sexualize a woman just because her shirt does not cover her rear end?
This is apparent in the things my teachers have told me.
"Your shirt must be fingertip length when wearing yoga pants," she said.
"Why?"
"Because the males that sit in the class might be too destracted to listen to my lecture."
We are treated like *** toys.
Us girls are used for nothing more than a mans pleasure, so they imply.
This is MY body, and no one else's.
I may do what I please,
and no one should have a problem with it.
I refuse to be sexualized and treated like we are living in the 1920s.
But I must conform and live in fear of my consequences.
**** culture is real,
and school's are promoting it.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
I. The Mermaid
I am six years old,
and I am obsessed with Ariel
from The Little Mermaid--
she is, by far,
my favourite Disney Princess.
I want to be exactly like her--
hair billowing in red swirls
around a heart-shaped face
and eyes so blue they put the very
ocean to shame
(my sister has blue eyes too, you know,
and, to this day, I still envy her,
for her eyes are the loveliest
characteristic of her Beauty--
and believe me, there are many);
purple clam shells vibrant
against porcelain-doll skin
and fully blossomed *******
(in three years from now,
I will begin
to grow *****
elementary-school style,
over-ripe.
B Cups going on C cups
fated to become D Cups,
plum-sized
in comparison to the
budding mosquito bites of
my fellow classmates.
Barely a child,
womanhood threatens
to sexualize my girlish body
before I truly know
what sexualization is);
fins cutting through the water
gracefully in all their
green, iridescent glory
(little did I know that,
as I grew older,
"cutting" would adopt
a far more sinister meaning
in the context of my life).
But,
despite my admiration for Ariel,
I fail to understand her desire
to abandon her
under-sea rendezvous,
sunken treasures,
oceanic melodies to
"be where the people are."
This lack of approval I foster
exists due to the fact that I am
a firm believer of the magic
the aquatic realm (and Disney)
has to offer.
To this day,
I continue to maintain my stance--
that Ariel had been terribly wrong
in the choices she made--
but I have become cognizant of
different (and better) reasons
to argue my position;
after all,
and as a cartoon crab
had so wisely declared once,
"The human world--
it's a mess."
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
I feel like I'm boring you with my stories.
I feel like I'm boring you with my attempts at making you laugh.
I feel like I'm boring you with what's going on inside my mind.
Instead...
You want to know my bra size.
You want to know my favorite ****** position.
You want to know how far I'd let you go.
And I tell you. I tell you everything.
It's funny how obvious your intentions are, yet, I still have this slither of hope that you will realize my brain is more interesting than my ******
But, until then, the color of my underwear is black with polka dots.
What about yours?
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
One morning, I decided to ask people what their favorite myth is. I asked them what myth did they think was the greatest, and the one that made a huge impact on them. The most interesting one, the myth that would keep you wanting for more. Some people said vampires, some people said dragons, some said the origin of the world, and of course, most of them said the famous Greek mythology. And I asked some, what myth do they think is the most unlikely thing to happen, what is the myth that will never be real? And I was taken aback when some said their favorite myth was **** culture, followed with laughter. As if it’s a myth, as if it’s fiction, as if it’s something that isn’t real.
**** culture is a myth. It’s not real. It’s not happening. Apparently, it’s just a work of fiction for some people. Apparently it is a myth when it’s happening everyday. It is a myth when you report it to them, and instead of asking “Are you okay?”, the first question they will ask is “What were you wearing?”. Because your skirt was the reason, your sleeveless top was the one that gave them permission. And when you told them you were wearing sweatshirt and pants, they will ask you “Were you drinking?”. When someone took away something that is yours without consent and you’ll be the one blamed. Because you were wearing shorts, because you were drinking, because you were just outside. *When we teach women everything about not getting ***** but we don’t teach men to simply not **** When our bodies are nothing to you but to objectify. When you see us and think the word sexualize.* When they asked you whether you said no or stop, and if you didn’t, you liked it. It was consensual. But you never said yes, and it’s not **** right? It is not real when people shame the victim, when the help people are giving you are words such as **** ***** and instead of calling you a survivor you will be known as “the girl who was asking for it”. *It is a work of fiction when nothing happens to the ****** or when some even refuse to call that person a ****** You will see headlines describing him as an athlete, as someone who has scholarship, any good thing but ****** *It is a myth when the ****** runs free, but the victim is still suffering and constantly being shamed. It is a myth when the world thinks men who are getting ***** are weak men, when they don’t think the consent of men are also important.* When people continue to joke about something that can ruin someone else’s life. Apparently all of these things aren’t real, these things aren’t happening.
But how could one person even think that **** culture is a myth? That **** culture doesn’t exist? *It’s not like the trojan war, because it’s far more chaotic. It destroys and kills people. It lets bad people win and victims suffer. It’s not like vampires who don’t sleep and **** people’s blood, instead this is even more dangerous than vampires. This normalizes something dangerous, something horrible.* And the people who do it, who contribute to it, and who do nothing to stop it? Are worse than monsters in mythology. And why would we even call it a myth when we learn something good in myth? When myth teaches us something good in life? **** culture is not a myth, **** culture is happening everywhere. *When you turn on the television and see comedians joking about **** when people call the **** victim they know a **** when people don’t believe someone when ***** reports it to them, when until now, **** is still considered inevitable.* **** culture is not a myth, **** culture is real, **** culture is happening. And they say **** culture is part of the reality that we have to face, but what do we do to things that bring us no good? To things that damage our reality? *We do everything we can to stop them, to destroy them, to crush them. And that needs to happen to **** culture,* now.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
When I met you I was new, raw. Unkissed, unloved, unfucked. I was equal parts young as I was stupid. The day you left I ran around my house and counted every hole in the wall; did you know that not a single one looked like you? My mom is convinced you are a psychopath and your father thinks I was just a crazy ***** but I think you just weren’t strong enough to handle the hurricane that I am. Remember when I swam too close to the boats and you saw your life flash before your eyes? You taught me how to clean a gun, and I wonder if you knew I thought about what it would be like to shoot you. You weren’t the first person to over-sexualize this body but you were the first person this plump, over-sexualized body loved. My therapist tells me that trying to remember the good times will help remove this lump from my throat but I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. I don’t want to remember the time we danced on the roof as the sun was setting and I laughed so hard about what a cliché that was that I almost fell, I don’t want to remember the time we laid side by side in your room with the lights off and listened to music, I don’t want to remember the night I broke, when you pressed your forehead against mine and swore we would be okay. I don’t want to remember how it felt to love you. I loved you so fully I don’t think I will ever be able to love like that again. I killed myself for you. I guess I’m bitter, I guess I’m broken. I guess I’ll never be the same, but I’m still really glad we broke up. Because for every ounce of love I had for you there was a gallon of fear, and love isn’t supposed to hurt. Love isn’t supposed to be black and blue, and that is the only “love” you know. So yeah, I’m glad you left. I’m glad you ****** her. I’m glad I kissed him. I’m glad we got away from each other before we went too far, I’m glad we got out before it killed us both.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
and stare into my chest
never at my chest
never at my body
cut me open
and look inside
find my beating heart
touch with all the desire
you have trapped
within the walls of your own heart
cut me open
and stare at my ribs
my lungs
my gall bladder
my intestines
everything the world
cannot oversaturate
or sexualize
cut me open
and let me bleed out for you
let me show you
what's inside of me
I don't let anyone see
cut me open
and pull out parts of me
you want to keep for yourself
take my lungs that breathe
for you
my heart that beats
for you
my stomach that fills
with butterflies
whenever I look at you
cut me open
and plant flowers
in my chest
let them grow in me
like my love grows
for you
cut me open
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
Little girl with the large, dark eyes.
Adorable & innocent, nothing to sexualize.
Man in black with the twisted mind.
Never thought or perhaps cared just how much he would put this little girls life in a bind.
She did not speak for a long time.
No recollection but over time, there's things she would find.
No justice was delivered.
No recognition, it seems.
Everyone has buried the trash.
No more talk about the past.
Hush, hush.
Woman with the large, dark eyes.
She holds anger & silently cries.
Hush, hush.
Keep it all inside.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
Everything ends eventually
Nothing is good but Jehovah God
You're not good, I'm not good
No one will acheive perfection
On their own
Eat the most organic
Collect rain water
Workout everyday
You may prolong your life some
Still life ends eventually
"I am no part of the world" said Jesus
"My kingdom is no part of this world"
I believe Jesus
I believe his words
So I know nothing from this world
Belongs to my king.
He does not promote the violence
He does not sexualize messages
He does not punish us for our sins
No, he died for our sins
Yes, everything ends
Eventually
And I am grateful it does.... for now
I would be happy to not have the stress
To not experience anxiety
The only thing that keeps me focused
Is knowing
When Jesus takes over
All the violence will end
All the sickness and death
Man and his dominance
The ruining of the earth
And it will be filled instead
With pure love and good
With the knowledge of Jehovah
Forever
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Do not talk to me of your version of God
One that personifies God by egoistic mind
For ego by definition is Exit God Out
For your personification of God
Does not resonate with my knowing of God
The hell you believe I will burn in
Is the heaven I will transmute all my sins in
The hell you believe I live in
Is my route to heaven
The hell you believe in
Will drawn you in an ocean
Of guilt and shame
Keep your fears to yourself
I can no longer entertain them
Do not talk to me of God
When you want me to silence my soul
God can never be silenced by your egoistic minds
Let me redefine for you ‘كفر’ *
Let me redefine for you ‘blasphemy’
It is being a slave to your ideas
It is being a slave to your mind
It is being a slave to your concepts
It is being a slave to your fears
I am not here to be a slave to human minds
I am here to be a slave to my creator
His breath gave life to my body
I am not here to worship your fearful mind
I am here to worship my creator through my heart
Do not talk to me of God
When you refuse me the right
To exercise my divine gifts
Do not talk to me of God
When you rob me from free will
Divinely gifted to me at birth
Do not talk to me of God
When you rob me from exercising
The gift of freely speaking my mind
Do not talk to me of God
When you forbid me from listening to my heart
Yet forcefully enslave me to your mind
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to accept me
Do not talk to me of God
When you vilify my shadows
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to see my divinity
Do not talk to me of God
When you deprive me
From the experience to witness
The limitless capacity of my body
Do not talk to me of God
When you reject parts of me
Yet God accepts all of me
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to forgive me
While God offers me eternal forgiveness
Do not talk to me of God
When you abandon your son after he sins
For the God I know
Will never forsake his son
Nor shame him for his sins
Nor will he love him less
For the sins he does is the forgetting of self
When one acts against his self
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to embody his love
For you have yet to know God
If you still refuse to embody his divine qualities
Do not talk to me of God
Till you reflect his unconditional love, grace, mercy, forgiveness and acceptance
Do not talk to me of God
When you sexualize my body that he has created
Do not talk to me of God
When you shame my body
For the sacred red fluid that flows out of me
The body that gives birth to his creation
Do not talk to me of God
When you separate me
From divine creations
Do not talk to me of God
When you justify killing
Yet vilify love making
Do not talk to me of God
When you normalise violence upon his creations
Yet shame the pleasures of love between his creations
We will not be silenced
By the barbaric volumes of your egoistic minds
Our divinity can never be a slave to your fears
You can not fears us into enslavement
Our divine faith runs deeper than the fears that hijacks your minds
Let us love each other
While we both try to experience God
Let us love each other
While we both try to understand God
Meanwhile I swim in the ocean of grace where hell does not exist
Thank you for being here - NwK
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 10:15 AM UTC
I want to be unapologetic
Yet, I continue to apologize
For every difference that they see
Increases the need to compromise
From what I wear to how I sleep
Or what is deemed a healthy size
From then on, I understood
That I lived only to be described
I apologize again for my differences
Next time, I will improve my disguise
For the sake of your own comfort
I will keep putting aside mine
I look up to their condescending stares
They will never be satisfied
I escape into my solitude
I am not something for you to define
I am tired of advocating for myself
Without the support of family ties
Finding more hate in my own growth
As though I live to be ostracized
My attempts to calm my abnormalities
In order to sooth those who penalize
To make room for all of their expectations
To create another profitable merchandise
They have taught me to pursue
A personality so idealized
While they heavily persuade me
To carve a body to sexualize
Only to be rewarded with a life
Where I am only patronized
Filled with the inequalities
That are completely normalized
I retreat into my inner world
The place where I fanaticize
Of a space where I can breathe
With the encouragement to try
I am not broken, just discouraged
Of those who antagonize
Minorities and their differences
Who then live demoralized
I don't want to be given a role
With a life script to memorize
Or submit myself to a narrative
That can easily be summarized
Do not confide me to a label
Just so you can stigmatized
Those labels are not my name
I deserved to be recognized
I do not wish to be put on a pedestal
As another icon to be advertised
I only wish for your understanding
Just enough to be humanized
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
Born with a curse,
I am,
For the body and soul,
Did not correlate,
And this reality is no choice,
Simply Fate,
A girl with extra,
Since that September date.
I am woman,
Not a dude or boy,
Nor am I an object,
To utilize in your fantasy,
Not a **** fetish,
Or a man’s toy!
Do not attempt,
To strip me of my femininity,
Because I do not conform,
You are the creator,
So who are you to claim,
All women come in one form.
Finding beauty in me is no shame,
Yet such actions are to blame,
For lives taken,
Nightmares to awaken,
Tears shed,
Dignity torn to shreds,
As women like me are beaten,
And left for dead.
Glance upon my face,
Tell me there is no feminine grace,
Deny there is no womanly charm,
Call me a man,
So the Heavens may reveal you,
To be the disgrace,
You’re pretty for a T-girl,
Excuse me,
Do you believe we have one look,
Are we supposed to behave,
Like a fish on a hook?!
Transgender women are women,
So why the hell can I not be pretty?
You’re ignorance shows,
As you foolishly ignore,
Beauty crashing in oscillating waves,
Upon the shore.
As I strut,
My hips do sway,
My voice is soft,
No, I’m not gay;
Does that matter anyway?
The goddesses bestow me,
With a valley of skin,
Lush lips,
High cheek bones,
And this big vibrant eyes;
Do not discard what I say as lies!
Yes, I appear as a girl,
Often giving my hair a twirl,
Yet that does not give you,
The right to over-sexualize me,
Believing because of my assignment,
My appetite consists of a salacious hunger,
Like that of a Man;
Once you are finished,
Ever so kindly you toss me,
Into a trash can!
I am woman,
Hear me roar,
Fierce as a lioness,
Cunning as a Tiger,
Sweet as a Kitten,
Nothing like you have encountered before.
Nonetheless,
There is no need to be shady,
So open your eyes,
And treat me like a lady!
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
Sexualize me
Drip your sweet greed all over my unwanting flesh
Want me
Consume me without warrant
Without regard for the heart mercilessly beating in my chest
I’m not a person to you
Just a *** toy
Look at me and picture me clothed in the wonders of your body
Sexualize Me
Give my female body a real purpose
Let me be what you want,
no need for me to have say
Force me
Show a body I never asked for
Expect me to do anything you ask for
Say it’s all in the name of fun when I thought there were only three letters and two of them are F U
And no that doesn’t mean to sexualize me
I’m not here for you to look at
I’m not here for you to touch
I’m not here for you
Just because I have a body doesn’t mean it’s for the taking
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
My name is Lonely
And I hate people
Because my social anxiety holds me hostage
My name is God
And I hate my creator
Because the temple he built for me is ugly
My name is Depression
And I hate happiness
Because it regected me so many times before
My name is Anxeity
And I hate to fear
Because I am afraid of living
My name is ****
And I hate my body
Because men sexualize it
My name is Nothing
And I hate everything
Because everything is something
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
My head is constantly spinning
And I can't seem to regain my balance,
I'm so depressed that I can't see straight, But since I'm young
I guess those feelings aren't even valid
We live on a floating rock, constantly rotating around the sun
Yet people are still worried about random boys who like it up the ****
We're too concerned about one another rather than what's truly important:
Like staying in our own lanes, and teaching things that are less adhordent
It's 2015 and people are still being judged by their color
When really we should be judged based upon How we treat each other
society is taking a negative turn, no doubt about it
with ignorant people preaching hate,
saying that a woman is at fault when she gets *****
"She was asking for it" they say,
as they sexualize shoulders and legs
thinking that a woman wearing a short dress
Is just begging for their toxic kiss
The only thing I'm begging for
Is a change of heart in the hateful,
Who say my love isn't real
Because it isn't "full, fruitful, and faithful"
My love is fuller than
You will ever know
it's not my fault that you live
life with your eyes closed
I'll love who I want
Because **** she's so fine
And anyone who looks at me differently
Is no friend of mine
And a final **** you"
To all the ******** in This small town
Who think they look better when they
Put another person down
(You don't look better, you look like an ******
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
I am not hot
Hot is a bowl of soup or a fresh cup of coffee
I am not hot
If you touch me will I burn you?
You’d think an English major would have wider vocabulary
Hot is not romantic hot is merely a weather forecast
For this forecast is expecting thunder if you call me hot again
But hot is what you settle for
Hot is what you say
Is hot supposed to make me swoon
In some romantic way?
Hot will sexualize and demise my self worth
Because hot is not me
It will label my beautiful with a 50% off sticker
And it will place me on a pedestal and shine spotlights on my bare body
Yelling slurs from below me and taunting my every move
Hot is not hot
I am not hot
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
How can someone sexualize,
The way a woman sits?
It's just a funny selfie pose,
I don't want to hear this,
"Is she bad or nah" nonsense.
How creepy is that,
Most men will idolize the simple way,
A woman speaks.
When will we be gone with these creeps?
How ashamed am I,
That a grown man will focus,
On dress coding your shoulders,
While men run rampant with tattoos and drug tee's.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 7:18 PM UTC
lost in opinion
it no longer matters, the facts
only how ideology is presented
the loudest
gets the attention
the most vicious
gets the press
the rest of us
get to watch –
the ugliness of the opinionated *******
has become the standard
in which the United States
works under
the days of community based organization
with goals befitting the common man
are dead
replaced with selfie-sticks
and Instagram pre-teen twerkers
shaking ***** free from development
trying to shimmy flat chests
attempting to sexualize
childhood –
grossly negligent of truth
the masses pass gas and laugh
instead of begging pardon
and creating a social structure
that respects its citizenry
my blood boils
my stomach churns
as I feel my own guilt –
too quick to attack those who disagree
ready like a pouncing tiger
to spring and troll those I love
especially on social media
I have no feelings of compassion
I have no care for your thoughts
all that matters is that I am the loudest
ugliest
opinionated *******
in that given moment…….
But I tire…..
the hard truth is I am the problem
I am the troll
I am the hate speech monster
looking to poke holes in your theory’s
bust your *****
over just about anything
leaving nothing safe
but images of children
and the occasional cute pet……
I used to be such a nice guy….
maybe it’s time to leave the internet
and reconnect with myself
naturally –
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
sexualize
****** eyes
****** lies
sensual vibes
****** cries
time flies
when we're having a little ****** time
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
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.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
She was fully clothed but they still found a way to
Sexualize her
Generalize her
And make her feel uncomfortable with every step she took
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC