I am what you see.

Just looking for attention
With my painted face
And single dimension.
Obviously
Trying too hard
To be artsy.

I am what you see.

Once a man told me
I had dick sucking lips.
My then-boyfriend laughed
At his hilarious quip
And I felt my identity
Fall away from me,
I lacked the audacity
To even plea
For a longer look,
A second chance.

I am what you see.

I wear a skirt
Because I want you to stare
And I shave my legs
So I’m not embarrassed
By the looks
I’ve come to expect.
Smiling makes me a flirt
Although it’s only politeness
I try to assert
How could I be an introvert?

I am what you see.

I can’t fool you
In my t-shirt,
Sweatshirt,
I’m only good for one thing:
My sexuality,
Both prized and shamed,
Is what you seek.

Use me up
And throw me away
Shout at me
From across the street
Grope me at a concert-
Your approval
Makes me complete.

I am what you see.

I’m a slut
Or a bitch
I’m a fetish
Or a prude
But you choose.
Your thoughts of me,
All lewd,
Your words toward me,
All crude.

I am what you see.

I sit silently
Complying
With your misogyny
Because why would I cause a scene
Or anger you accidentally
With the realization
That this object can speak.

I am only what you see.

I laugh off your advances.
I just came here
To read my book,
Get a drink,
But your presence
Created special circumstances.
Now I must cater
To your desires
Accept your free drinks
To put out any fires

And a girl, alone,
Is an easy target
You take aim
And make a lady a harlot.
Too drunk to say no
Is basically yes
Besides, I’m wearing a dress,
It was easy access.

I am what you see.

I travel home
Clothed in my shame
While you talk to your buddies
And tell them I came
Over and over and called out your name
But I don’t remember
And my hair’s all a mess
And for some reason
You don’t respond to my texts.

Harassment is just words
And besides,
It’s a compliment
And I can’t call it rape
Since I clearly wanted it.

I am what you see.

IQ points don’t matter
And education is pointless
What’s the worth of a woman
Who won’t show her tits?
A brain is a waste
On those of my sex
All those big words
Only serve to perplex
Small minds.

I am what you see.

Feminist
Is a dirty word
It means that I hate you,
Or even worse:
That I open my mouth
And expect to be heard,
Not accept your excuses
About lines being blurred.

It means that I’m human,
Not a hole for your dick.
This fight for equality
Is not some passing shtick-
I am what you see.

And your male prowess
That’s too strong to falter
Might be under duress
After seeing me saunter
Straight over to you
And that swollen ego-
[I’m no longer afraid
To question your credo-]

And ask you
What you really believe
And hope to achieve
With your ignorance
Lack of common sense
And self-admiration
At women’s expense.

If the choice is slut or bitch
Then I choose the latter
And when you protest
I’ll only get louder.
I will no longer stand
For your discrimination.
This is the price
Of your objectification.

I am what you see.

 

 

 

 

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