A window into the past
One year since A Modern Feminist started bloggingAugust 17th, 2012
An amateur poet's take on feminism
My A levels start nest week, so I am going to take a break from poetry writing until late June. So blogging with recommence on 26th June.
Apologies to anyone who regularly reads this and I’ll make sure that the next set of poems are better than my last!
He looks and gawks and ogles and stares
At my legs and hips and bum and hair
Taking me apart peace by piece
Heart pounding like a dog in heat.
He cares not for my voice nor my name
Just for my fleshy mortal frame
Possessing my image for his delight
To keep him company one lonely night.
Leaving me bare, vulnerable, alone
A naked girl so far from home.
Not a scrap of cloth to hide behind
To shield me from his lecherous mind.
I remember the place those like him gave me
A caged sex toy, never to be free.
He moves on, a sigh of relief
A harrowing encounter, though very brief.