I feel bad for his football
For having to feel hours felt
Thrown around by this man
Mainly for his entertainmentI didn't ask to see his pics
And I'm sure I didn't ask to see
His shirtless bodyWe aren't so different,
Me and the ball
Both treated like objects
Both unnoticed by all
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Are You Satisfied? (Poetry)
PoetrySociety holds us down- in more ways then one. Its chains wrap around our arms and legs, pulling us farther away from our true selves. Tell me, are you satisfied? ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ Mention of Bl**d Mention of Su!cid3 Mention of r@p3