Broken Mirror

With every catcall,

every whisper,

every stare,

a piece of me shatters.

much like a mirror,

the more I break

The harder it is to put back together

not all the pieces are there

pieces that will forever remain lost

Why do you make assumptions

without any intention 

of seeing the real me?

Why do you look me up and down

and act like it's ok

like im a piece of meat

rather than a human being

you do it without a care

dismissing how it may make me feel

ignoring right and wrong

if you had cared

then you would see

pieces of me dying

with every catcall,

every whisper

every stare.