“Your Body”

Put on a display
to be watched, an image of his pleasure
abused and traumatized, a victim of his presence
one-night stand on steam
condemned and humiliated,
an act of violence.

Wanted for pleasure
for his passion, take-away
to his satisfaction, patriarchal muse in motion
boosting his ego,
ensuring his masculine power,
redeeming his insecurity,
his gaze shifted away from you.

Desired to bear his children
not a son to behold, but a song of his fantasy
not a daughter of charm, but a poem of his demise
a citizen in style, NO!
a leader of tomorrow, Not a all!
but a man of his kind.