Kind of short, kind of bad, just written out of anger and hatred for men. Just scribbled (well not really scribbled, more like typed on a keyboard) very quickly after an incidence today that made me feel . . . you guessed it, violated. Please review and tell me if this sucks, and if it does, how I can make it not suck. I told you, it’s really not great, but it’s honest.

Violated

Is that everything to you?

Breasts, flesh.

When you strip me with you eyes

I feel so violated.

You make me feel so small, naive

Is there a man in this world

Who isn’t picturing me on my knees?

I wasn’t meant to be your eye candy,

My sole purpose is not to pleasure you,

And yet you steal that pleasure from me

Against my will

And it makes me feel so violated.

Is that what you call sexy?

A little girl in her underwear

Shuddering under your scrutinizing stare.

Your voice is rough and sinister

I feel so violated.

I hate you and the way you make me feel.

I hate your eyes, I hate your voice

I hate the pictures in your head.

They’re not for you, it’s not for you

You shouldn’t have my image in your mind.

That image is for someone else,

Someone who sees more than the flesh, than the breasts,

Someone who doesn’t steal illegitimate pleasure,

Someone who doesn’t make me feel

Violated.

Please review to make me feel good.