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Object of Sexual Gratification

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She lies there trapped in their dark, cold, disgusting world.

                        Her limbs chained, eyes blind folded, and mouth gagged as if being raped.

Raped by their sexual metaphors and humiliated by their actions.

“Shut up, perform and take it b*!”

She lies there trapped in their dark, cold, disgusting world.

Chained and blinded by the metaphors.

Gagged by their gaze.

Their misogynistic lyrics describe her physique in detail.

She is nothing more than tits and ass.

She is an object.

 An object of sexual gratification.

Her body is a temporary product for male pleasure, no longer a temple.

Their sexual and explicit lyrics are nothing more than an invitation.

An invitation leading to pleasure and pain.

Their pleasure and her pain.

She lies there trapped in their cold, dark, disgusting world.

Nothing less and nothing more,

She is their whore.

“Bend over, shake thatand show me what you got!”

She has no voice and no opinion.

She is their personal sex slave.

They are all sex slaves.

 No voice, no opinion.

“Shut up, perform and take it b*!”

These misogynists penetrate their pride into a variety of bodies,

and the used slowly become zombies.

Zombies that are solely a piece of meat.

24-34-46 is what they want.

She is just a sexual object,

Something to sex up and flaunt.

All they want to do is “hit it and quit it”.

 After they’re done they,

“Pass it to the homie, no you hit it.”

 Because as they put it,

“B*s ain’t s* but h*s and tricks.”

This empowerment comes from fellatio and copulation.

Mission accomplished when she’s on her knees.  

She remains chained in this cold, dark disgusting world.

Not one see’s the pain.

Not one cares.

It’s just music to dance to, or is it?

They don’t mean anything by it, or do they?

She lies there trapped in this cold, disgusting world.

Raped by their sexual metaphors and humiliated by their actions.

No one notices the pain; no one cares.

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COMMENTS

 

love_supreme says:

Wow, this was a very solid piece of poetry and I completely understood the pain in it.

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2b2b2 says:

Poignant penning....WOW....shamefully I too have had this negative objectifying thoughts...well played reality check! Thanks for sharing....ONE
 

xclusive says:

If i could show it, i would applaud this piece. Well put together and excellently executed. Nice write
 

brenda0058 says:

Thank you to all of you! I really appreciate it being that this here is my MOST prized one. Thank you again for the feedback!

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kyrielle says:

Finger snaps! Excellent poem, very raw and visual

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royale jones says:

wow way too deep! great write. my hats off..
 

RonnieL says:

Wow...Dope Dope Dope! Felt this piece.

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Ezell-Dazh says:

A sad reality we're working to change...peace

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