I have come to hate
I have come to hate,
The curve of my waist,
The hill of my hips,
The raise of my breasts,
And pout of my lips,
I hate how it makes me a target,
I have come to hate,
The stigma of what I cant do,
The idea I can't lift,
Or open a jar,
but I do,
I hate how it makes me feel weak,
I have come to hate,
The way that they look,
Like I'm not a person,
Practically just food,
They can call and groan over,
Grope and grab,
Without a clue of who I am,
Or what my future holds,
I hate how it makes me feel dirty
I have come to hate,
The inability to go out at night,
Every corner is the last,
Every shadow is a fight,
Every glace from a stranger,
Might be the last,
I hate how small and unsafe it makes me feel,
This is what I think,
And I know for my type that is a dangerous act,
That women should be treated humanly,
Hips or curves exclueded,
Power not taken,
Saftey remaining,
If it's expected for others,
It should be expected for us,