The Musings of a Modern Feminist

An amateur poet's take on feminism

A brief encounter


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.

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