I'm Just a Pretty Little Thing (Title is a work in progress; I could use suggestions)
You look at me and all you see is the gloss on my lips, or the shine of my hair.
You see the pretty pink of my nail polish
(you think of the prettier pink between my thighs)
You see the bracelets on my wrists and imagine cuffs there instead.
You see the straps of my bra.
You look for the shape of my panties through my clothes.
You wonder if I’m wearing any.
You think they see a flirtatious smile (you don’t)
You try to talk to me (please don’t)
You don’t see the way I flinch from your reaching hands,
You don’t hear my rejection to your offers of a “good time”.
You see desire where anyone else would see fear.
You don’t know my name- you don’t care.
You see a pretty face and
a place
to bury your favorite body part.
I’m not a person, I’m just something warm for you to use and then forget about.
Posted Aug 25, 2019, 8:22 PM UTC · edited
I’m an amateur, but this is my take. This is a beautiful piece about how women are objectified. To reflect that, your vocabulary should add to that imagery.
I.E. “They look for the shape of my panties through my clothes”
Changing “shape” to “price” paints how men commodify sex and look to pursue it, and adds some alliteration.
Also, there’s power in confrontation. Consider changing your pronouns from “They” to “You”. This poem was worth the read 👍🏽
Your validity in my poem made me realize how afraid I was to share this, and how cathartic it was that someone shared my point of view-- it made me cry lol. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, it really meant more to me than I can convey.
Using "you" drastically changes the feel and sheds light on the poem in a whole new way! It forces the reader to truly take responsibility- I never would have thought to do this, thank you!
I’m very glad I could help, and much more so that you had that revelation for yourself! Poetry is an amazing tool for you to learn about yourself and grow as a person.
Sorry I couldn’t help you with your poem title though. I kinda roll the dice on those too 😅
Haha, this happens to me more often than not; I won't realize my true feelings about something until I write about it and it's kind of like an "oh, duh!" moment.