You can touch me whenever you want,
And it’d be very sweet of you,
If you forcibly kiss me.
I can identify
When you look at me from bottom to top,
Picture me naked,
But don’t you feel shy to talk about it
And if you want to go one step ahead,
You can masturbate in front of me.
Sometimes I feel offended
And be bitchy about my ‘rights’ and ‘gender equality’
Because of these stupid #MeToo and #womenempowerment movement
Do not take it seriously
I am just playing-hard-to-get game
What else would I want
Than brutally manhandled by you
Ultimately, raped by you
Because you are my prince charming
I am your toy
You are my king
I am your sensational sleeping pills of joy
What purpose am I serving here
If I disobey your desired sexual command?
What a life would I be living
If I refuse to jerk your phallus off
It’s hard to imagine my all achievements and progress
Without you and your tiny little thing
So, Dear Men
I request you from the bottom of my heart
Kindly never ever stop objectifying me.
This poem is a take on the current revelation, thanks to #MeToo Movement, of sexual harassment and objectifying of women in various industries. Feel free to share anywhere.
This is the 96th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.
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