• People look at me,
    With gawking eyes;
    My smeared lipstick,
    And nice thighs.

    Tell me I'm pretty,
    From the outside;
    Learn to love me,
    But push me aside.

    Their eyes wonder up,
    Like visual rape;
    Something inside,
    Wanting to escape.

    Pin me to the floor,
    With naught but a gaze;
    Find myself running,
    Like mice in a maze.

    No personality,
    Only looks matter today;
    Feeling me up,
    And asking me to stay.

    I say no,
    And they resort to violence;
    Touch me anyway,
    When I'm in silence.

    This is our world,
    Being pushed and shoved;
    Female or male,
    Used but not loved.