Checklist

Large breasts

That’s a requirement

Less than a C cup

Can’t be accepted

Plump lips

Like Kylie Jenner

And in her words “trend matters”

Unless you follow trend, you don’t matter

You’re useless

Conform to society or face the consequences

Fair skin, no acne

High cheekbones and all she’s lacking

Is everything a girl needs to be beautiful

To be worthy

Nice tan, no flaws

Long legs

That must spread if a man asks

Asks, more like demands

Ruined at society’s hands

To satisfy a man is all she lives for

And if she does not appear at his immediate need

On her knees then she

Is worth nothing more

Than his pity sex

Her words meaningless

NO STOP PLEASE

Crying at sliding off of  her dress

JUST SHUT UP AND GET ON YOUR KNEES

Laughing at the gentle caress

Of her useless pleas

Seen as dolls on a shelf

Just eye candy to choose from

Without feeling, without emotion

Not that anyone would know, not that anyone would care

As we look upon them with eyes the size of saucers

And the screaming and the commotion over which man gets the privilege

Of entering her

Despite her wishes

Thick thighs

You don’t have the gap

Then you’d better have nice eyes

And in her room, she cries

Because she never live up to society and its size

Requirements she can never fit

To even be considered beautiful

A checklist must be filled

Girls must have curves like an hourglass

And flat toned stomachs

If they wants to pass

The test

To satisfy the masses

They must have nice toned asses

Because they are nothing more than a toy made to pleasure

Slabs of meat to be tossed around

Therefore, they cannot live up to the measure

Of the potential of their minds  

Their brilliant minds

Minds of all kinds

But that doesn’t matter

Because they are just the gravy for a man to slather

Onto his success

Because only a man can have intelligence

If she is intelligent: she is stuck up

If she says no, then she is rude

If she is proud of her body and without makeup

Choosing to stay a virgin wearing long clothes to cover up

Her body, then she is a prude

A woman’s body is her temple

As she is the goddess who controls it

Because she has a voice

Like Athena, she is powerful

And she has the choice of

Who enters

What enters

Who leaves and who it pleases

Where it goes and what it does

Because

A woman is not just a decoration for prom

And this is not build a bitch .com

No, this is a world where all should be free to express

And to do so without the fear of being oppressed 

So we do so through poetry

Allowing our thoughts to fly free

Like birds

Using our minds to create something beautiful with words

Only for it to be destroyed

But words will never die and like the phoenix, they will rise

From the ashes, from the void 

To fight for a world where we can live better lives