She

I am that. A female

But that’s all you see 

You see my body and crave it 

Yet if I give it to you I’m a “slut” 

And if you see my body I’m a “whore” 

But if I cover up I’m a prude 

You don’t hear my words 

You only hear sex when I open my mouth 

You don’t look in my eyes and see the moon 

Or beauty or my soul 

You see lust. 

Tell me who I am supposed to be 

Because my words don’t matter 

No one listens to girls saying 

“Fuck the patriarchy” 

Something that we as girls are apart of 

That we participate in, 

cuz there is no escape. 

I am only an object to you

Nothing more. 

Why can’t I be more