𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱

𝟐𝟎.

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