Dystopian Poem (Objectification)
Women aren't property
Until they are.
Paraded down the street
Beautiful and silent
Forced to produce
Without any question
Stroke the male ego
Protect their status as human
While not ourselves
"Sexy"
"Willing"
"Family oriented"
"Sold"
Sex Slaves obey
Wives are for children.
Weapons strike the flesh
Hollow thuds echo through the corridor
Following the beat of the hearts
All with the rebels
Save us
PLEASE
So we scream
Deviant
So are we beaten
Destroyed
Replaced
Women are property
Until they are alone
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world