In a world full of eyes that roam, I am prey to the male gaze. With every step I take, Their attention is ablaze.
They see me not as a person, But as an object to be desired. A mere decoration, For their egos to be admired.
My body is not my own, It belongs to society's whims. My worth is measured in curves, And how well I fit within their dreams.
I see the hunger in their eyes, As they strip me of my clothes. I am nothing more than a conquest, A conquest they think they already own.
I raise my voice in protest, But it falls on deaf ears. For in this sexist population, My words hold no value, my fears.
I am a constant target, Of unwanted advances and leers. A woman in a man's world, Surrounded by patriarchal sneers.
But I refuse to be silenced, I refuse to be tamed. For I am more than just an object, I am a voice that demands to be claimed.
I will break free from this male gaze, And redefine what it means to be a woman. I will not let them define my worth, For I am more than just their mere possession.
So let them stare with their hungry eyes, For I am not afraid anymore. I am a woman, strong and fierce, And my voice will echo forevermore.
- 𝗥𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘅
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