The Societal Definition of a Street-WalkerA Poem by Kenny AlbySorry if you don't like rhyming, forgive me. If you have it in you. I was just kind of sickened by the societal objectification of females, and specifically the remarkable level of anti-feminism.Below-the-belt, a barren waste of bordellos, Bread-winner with her foot on tournament ground, Compasses lead to carcasses, cars filled with compartmented cartilage, Waiving a broken thumb, and a stutter to her walk, A bloody buttercup, daddy told her “That’ll shut her up.” Who could mutter “f**k?” like it’s a question? Eco-tourists, driving through depression, She loves it when she’s broken, she sees death as a blessin’. Complex lines driven into her thighs, stripes that lead to Something she wishes she was, twenty years younger, With twenty less young ones, young guns with one bullet loaded, So they can turn their brains to slush when they aim it at someone. Those curves that curse her chest between a corset of bawdy skin Orchestrate soiree’s with cum-let-loose, Alone with sapient aliens, slaving to recreate past-times with pass-times, Reckless bruised gradients, her jaw-line is like the edge of a saw, Signs of a predator credible enough to open its maw, But if she speaks, no one listens, rape is a dirty word, © 2012 Kenny AlbyAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 24, 2012 Last Updated on March 24, 2012 AuthorKenny AlbyLincoln, NEAboutI'm supposedly human. Anarcho-poet. Her infinite power helping oppressed people. I also write the occasional sappy flowery crap. Fantasy and other things, too. more..Writing
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