I feel their eyes on me, feel their desire.
you peel me, inspect me, tear me in two
in search of the things you want,
pluck me apart like a bundle of grapes:
you look at me and first see my polished shell,
your perfect idea of a haven,
but then again, you never truly see.
I am pieces, body parts, lips and breasts and legs,
and you run your fingers over all of it,
treating me like some sort of toy to play with.
god, can't you hear me screaming inside?
"you tempted me, you asked for it," you say,
but don't you understand?
nobody asks to be hurt.
nobody wants to be pushed, forced, ground into dust.
did the short hem of my dress
entice you to rip it from my body?
who gave you the right to touch me,
to steal me, to even set your eyes on me?
you vicious savage, you uncontrollable mutt,
you worthless little snake so keen to burrow.
as you silenced my screams, did you ever consider
that there was a frightened girl beneath you,
a real, living, breathing person,
rather than just lips and breasts and legs?
you are gone now, locked away,
rotting through the years in a public cage.
meanwhile I am out, free and strong,
and I know what you did has not broken me.
I am not your idea, and I belong to no one.