"sexualizing" poems
Why won't you allow me to live normally?
Why won't you allow me to live in peace?
Can you stop being delusional?
I don't want to be in your delusions
I don't want to be the main focus of your delusions
Stop sexualizing me
It's creepy
Stop pretending to be part of the "normal human" society
You're not normal
You are nearly 50 years old
You live in Australia
You're a narcissist
You talk to minors daily
You're delusional
You stalk my page daily
You harass me
You threaten my life
With a long knife
Now what in the he double hockey sticks is going on?
You claim you're not in love with me
Yet, you decide to write ****** things about me
(which is quite creepy because I'm 12 years old)
You're obsessed with my race
Then you may say my poetry is a disgrace
You criticize my poetry
Then compliment my poetry
Pick a side!
With the rules you'd have to abide!
Don't be a "182 IQ" *********
Leave me and my brother alone
He won't be manipulated by you
I won't be manipulated by you
He won't be in your "cult" or "team"
You've learned about my Papa after mentioning him a few times
Papa was the thing I referred to you as
Are you trying so hard to be my Papa?
Because I would never refer you as my Papa ever again
He's a kind, strong, compassionate man that spoils me and drinks at night to fall to sleep
Something that you'd never understand
I've told you multiple times to leave me alone
This is my last warning
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC
She is my second favorite poet on this list
But she doesn't need to be reminded of this
She doesn't give a ****
Cause she is here for her
Not for my approval
As she hits the high note
Of the last bars that she wrote
With a little sneer she disappears
Holding that disdain in her veins
From years of abuse
I compliment her but
My blandishments fall on angry ears
She fakes gratitude
Not understanding the sincerity
Of my compliments
Assuming I am sexualizing her
That I am just another perv
I understand
I thank her and walk away
Never letting even an inkling show
Through my face
But I am disappointed
She could have been my ally
Not my lover or fling but friend
Dismisses me so offhandedly and angrily
But I let it slide
There is always other nights
There are always other venues
Under softer lights
Where writers delight
In what others write
And they are not so angry
But she is still my second favorite
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
I struggle so deeply
to feel at home in my body,
all I feel when I look at my chest
is all of the men that used me like a doll
of my mom shaming me in my head
for my big *******
and how "provocative " I am
for just existing,
for society sexualizing me,
for all the women that hated me for my body/looks,and objectified me
and all the men that "loved" me /used me just for my body and sexualized me
with their eyes.
It hurts so deeply to feel so violated all the time
it echoes in my mind,body and soul
all the repeated violations words, looks and all the aching laughter,
the way everyone in my family
sexualized me since I was a child,
so intern I internalized all the hatred to my body and my chest.
I just wander if these people truly understand
how much their actions truly affect others,
how deeply I suffer with complex post trauma all the time
and dysphoria sometimes,
from the deep pain of ****** violence
when I truly look at it all,
its not even wanting to be a man
so much so , as wanting to be seen as a person.
who is worthy of being heard,
not because I am pretty ***** or curvy
or hot or ****
but because I am smart I am strong
I am impressive and resiliant
have a beautiful mind
and I am not just how I look
or how I present.
My whole life I was influenced and taught to believe
that my only value as a women
was my looks,
or to be chosen by a man or by my society,
and to exist as a baby making machine,
while not complaining or being "too much ".
That I shouldn't show my body too much , & that I should always look good 24/7,like I am a doll of some kind, instead of a human being.
How my body was the reason for men sinning
and how I would go to hell for my thoughts or behaviors
if I wasn't perfect.
Now I am realizing none of that truly matters,
and I don't wanna live the rest of my life
chasing validation,
or feeling like I need others approval to feel whole inside,
I wanna accept who I am
love who I am
and like myself for who I am,
and not just for my looks or for my body or sexuality,
but for who I am down to my core
the good and the seemingly bad imperfections
to feel safe in myself and that is beautiful to just be me
without needing to put on a show for anyone.
Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 3:59 PM UTC
Here’s to scrumptious nights.
cats and boots and cats and boots
We went clubbing last night, to recalibrate
ourselves on the dance floor, where magic happens.
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots
To focus on sensory experiences, the beat,
and share in the fun and tangible sense of freedom.
cats and boots and cats and boots
Feel the wave, show your energy, be the wave
cats and boots and cats and boots
be disheveled, swing your hair like a weapon
abandon, silly, self-protecting vanities
cats and boots and cats and boots
flashing lights on dancing figures
make it all seem slo-mo and extreme.
cats and boots and cats and boots
It’s been too long since we’ve done it like this.
Work-worn, I’d lost my lucidity and stumbled badly on a quiz.
Lisa pushed my books onto the floor, declaring, “Get UP, we’re grabbing some bliss.”
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots
failure has a reality, a gravity and pull all the more shocking in relief.
I’d started out the evening gloomy and ashamed - a figure of regret -
but I’m better now, buoyed and recharged and soon I’ll have a plan - hopefully.
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots
There was a guy there, on the dance floor, who looked like a young Leonardo DiCaprio.
We made eye contact, nodding and smiling at each other in motion.
We gyrated, together, sort of, for a second, in our separate orbits - no conversation
I just watched him for a moment or two, sexualizing him like eye candy.
Just seeing him was sensual fun and I wondered what he smelled like.
He had a gritty, sweaty, idealized beauty, like a dancing ‘David’
that no Michelangelo could ever capture in stiff granite sculpture.
The music ended - momentarily - we knew it would start up again
and we were there for it - til 1 or 2 am anyway - then it recranked.
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and..
Lisa grabbed my hand, jerking me onto the dance floor almost
before I could set down my drink. Eeek! “Slow Down!” I yelled,
but my complaint was lost in the din and my involuntary laugh.
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and..
.
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Songs for this:
Dance To This (feat. Ariana Grande) by Troye Sivan
Good Time Girl (feat. Charlie Barker) by Sofi Tukker
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 8:14 AM UTC
As you can see the outside of my body
My curvy, bodacious **** and these hips that don't lie hunny
The three layers of of rolls when I bend over
And the wrinkles on my forehead, not to mention these big *** 11 sized feet
But
As I sit in the pews of church listening to the pasta preach
My ears get hot and suddenly rings
I hear these magical words
The words that made me re-realize
Of me of me of me myself and I know
you don't understand all these beautiful characteristics underneath my Flawless skin
Because what you see is the outside without looking in
The smooth skin and the long legs
That appeals to your vision
Of sexualizing every each of my body
What you don't see is the kindness that my mama taught me
The fight inside me that my daddy trained me
The voice inside me that God has given me
This soul that I have morphed for me
Each of these characteristics define who I am
But not the sole definition of who I was
Each part having its own unique twang
That intersects who I am
It's sad that many won't be able to see
This complex version of me
The version that goes deeper than the skin
But into the roots that grows each day
But it's their loss that their blinded by outside beauty
Never realizing the truth that lies inside
The destruction that has led me to become
The confident woman that I am today
Today's the day where I seize the world
I thrive, I prosper, I destroy dimensions
I can conquer universes with my wits
But all you want to do is stare at my ****
These itty-bitty non-existent things
That only use is to provide food for human beings
Yet once again you've sexualized my body
Are you getting the hint yet?
People need to start looking beyond the surface
Look within, discover those hidden figures
The shadows behind the shadow that's shines so bright
That would shoot through the atmosphere if I provide
But you keep doing what you wanna do
I ain't here to judge nor tell you
But I would highly recommend if you open your mind
To not just legs and thighs, but heart and mind
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
What are YOU looking at?
Smack that ***
Talk about sass.
Looking at me sweetheart?
Well **** off, I'll only tear you apart.
You think you can change me?
We'll see about that,
You rearrange me?
What a dumb ****
What else have you got to say for yourself?
Sexualizing women's bodies,
Your catcall can help **** oneself,
But it wouldn't be just your fault, it'd be everybody's.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Touch can be very important
We all need to be touched
We all need to feel like we are beautiful
In our own ways
Learning to embrace our selves
Embracing the warmth
That can come with a simple touch
With a simple hug
I don't think we allow ourselves to be touched enough
We spend so much time guarding ourselves
We have spent so much time demeaning ourselves
Demeaning our bodies
Sexualizing ourselves
Demonizing touch
Even demonizing our bodies
Ultimately repressing ourselves
We need to be able to allow ourselves to be more open to touching
And hugging
And just spending time
Connecting in intimate and healing ways
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC
Fantasizing everyone
Sexualizing everyone
And why?
I am alone
Fantasizing everyone
Sexualizing everyone
Again.
I'm alone
And I
Devote myself to life as if to keep
The stars promised of our destiny
Safe and strong and confronting
Their mirrors with the proper self applause
Alone.
I contain a fire, the raging heat
The signal pyre, Autumn and the Spring
For heat, I chill with my demeanor
For cold, I prefer to warm your
Goosebumps with my open mouth
If permitted take the walkabout
To linger with my fingers down your leg
If permitted, take the hidden way
To kiss your heart and light your path
With the source of all your worry
Nurtured between my lips
Fantasizing everyone
Sexualizing everyone
And why?
What connectivity is left to crave?
The men who back their friends
Into corners after arranging
Clandestine ******* after
Clearing out the place to have their way
The men who stand with ****
In hand, pathetic and commanding
Limp of love, and targeting
The the light they view as weak
I was made just for that
Assembled in a factory
As an indentured guide
To lead to the promised land
They drew up my design
Schematic with *******
And motherly empathy
Perfect for abuse
And a ***** perfect
For dysphoria
For when I learn to love myself
It reminds me I'm
Armed with alarm
And filled with the fluid
The learned are simply right to hate
Alone.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
It's not about self respect.
I could be walking around naked
And still respect myself as much as when I'm fully dressed.
So what is it about? It is about distractions?
If so why do we have to cover our bodies while boys walk around with their pants around their knees?
Leggings being banned for being a distraction?
I'm not gonna apologize for wearing pants if boys don't apologize for objectifying me.
I'm not a dog, don't whistle at me.
And don't slap my *** as I walk down the halls.
I'm not your *** toy.
So don't make me apologize for being a girl when these boys won't apologize for sexualizing me.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
Lesbians lust after women
Displaying skill that feels feminine
And sometimes a little masculine
Gay men grab for other men
******* or ******* loving cubs and bears
Straight men long to touch women
Licking and touching, straight up *******
Straight women long to touch men
Grinding and riding while they are sighing
Chemistry working its’ own sort of will
And if you wondering where this is going
I have a hand made for showing
Desire makes us ****** creatures
Sexualizing is a natural inclination
From every ****** preference
So stop condemning
If you got a problem with desire
Star educating and accepting
Instead yakking and judging
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
Teenage boys staring,
Thinking ***** thoughts.
Teenage me wishing
They would just go away.
A picture of me
In a dress now ruined,
Because of their
Disgusting thoughts.
***"You wish she
Was taking it off,
Don't you?"***
They asked my friend.
***"You wish you
Were in getting that
Dress, don't you?"***
They asked him again.
I was angry,
Hurt, and humiliated.
I took it out
On my family.
My parents became
Angry and upset
With me and my
Friendship paid the price.
No longer allowed
To speak to him,
See him,
Or be friends.
That was the
Price of teenage boys
Sexualizing an innocent
Photo of a broken girl.
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
to the guy who got away before I could say goodbye, **** it dad. you've really hurt me this time. Nothing's changed you're still hurting me. 11 years of constant pain that you just keep giving to me like it's money. Your name pops in my head and all I can think of is your crumny face that was always so red. You came in my mind and made me think that you could be a dad for the first 5 years of my life. How dare you? To give a 5 year old abandonment issues. You walked away without anything to say, and I wanted you to just say bye. You took my purity and made it filthy. I'm choked up on the thought of you being good. My voice cracks when I talk about you because you messed up our family. You made me feel so ****** inside for so long, and it's time for me to feel okay. And all I need is to crush the grief from the "passing away" of you being in my life. How dare you have the guts to even try to message me? you are not what is best for me, please leave me. Allow me to sort this all out in my head because right now it's very cloudy and I can't seem to think. can we call this a blonde moment even though I'm not blonde? because I feel like the thoughts of me wanting to talk to you is just another "blonde moment" just because of how **** stupid you are. You're so ****** and I want nothing to do with you. Stop sexualizing over everybody, we are humans not *** dolls. Grow up and show some respect.
you don't even deserve a sincerely,
the daughter that is doing way better without you here (Heidi).
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
You watch me dance
sexualizing my every move
fantasizing
thinking that
I’m shaking for you
to get you to notice me
You think I must want you
the way you want me
But I’m just trying
to shake this devil
off of my back
The one that comes around
when I have to be around others
around people like you
The devil that has me
searching for the right thing to say
at the bottom of the glass
My holy water replacement
The devil that shoots panic through my veins
and sets my blood on fire
My body can’t stop moving
because it rejects interaction
It is being tormented
by my tormenting thoughts
The air perishes
and I’m being dragged to hell again
Why is something
that seems so seamless
for everyone else
so strenuous for me?
- Social Anxiety
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 4:36 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
I would like to thank you.
thank you for making me feel disgusting in my body,
and telling me i'm not worth it.
thank you for judging me,
and getting upset with me over nothing.
thank you for telling me not to talk to anyone,
while you're miss popular.
thank you for helping me hate myself,
for putting so much negatives in place of my only positives.
thank you
for making me laugh
for taking away the pain
for numbing my brain
for making me forget it all
for letting me fall in love with you
for leading me on
for tempting my lips
for treating me special
for making me cry
for over sexualizing my body
for calling me ruthless slurs
for not having the guts to approach me
for telling me you didn't believe in me
for turning me down
for telling me to find someone new
oh thank you,
for being you.
for showing me who you really are.
madison i hope this world gives you hell,
only because i want you to run back to me.
i'll comfort you through the storms,
but i guess you don't need it.
you don't want it.
you never did.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
Dear body,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for what I have done to you and what may be done to you.
I want to one day be proud of you, to one day feel beautiful and empowered.
I want your scars to be know as battle wounds that remind you of the beautiful outcome you fought for.
I want you to feel safe when being held in the arms of another.
I want people to look at you and make you feel important, not by sexualizing you but by acknowledging your strength and growth.
I wish for people not to want to look like you.
I want you to take care of the person inside of you rather than focusing so much on the outside because it’s always changing anyways.
I want you to no longer feel restricted, but know that it’s okay to cover up.
I wish it was easier to take care of you than to harm you.
One day it will be.
Body, I’m sorry.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 1:01 AM UTC