PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Oblivion


She had been an eager child

Always thirsty for knowledge, adventure

For things and places that she didn't know

And hadn't seen

She liked the smell of flowers

And knew how to shoot a gun

 

She wasn't pushy, but she was stubborn

She wasn't forceful, but she demanded attention

Her smile won her an interview

And her ability got her the job

Her charm won their attention 

And her wit kept it

 

But because she was confident, she was bitchy

And because she was pretty, she was slutty

And because she got what she wanted 

No, what she worked for 

She was spoiled

 

And because she told men "no," she was a tease

And because a man did not listen

Because a man took her "no"

And threw it to the curb and had his way

Despite her protests

Despite her tears

She was was asking for it

 

And because she challenged him

In front of a jury of her peers

As was her right

She was ruining his life

And because she lost

She deserved it

 

But she lost more

More than he ever had, ever will

She lost her self worth 

Her self esteem

Her very self

She looked in the mirror

And saw a slab of meat

Mute, helpless, useless

 

For if she could not control her body

The one thing that beloned solely to her

(or so she thought)

What could she control?

Because it most certainly

Was not her future. 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.