Lasciviousness: Discuss

Lasciviousness: Discuss

A Poem by paperwizards

When I walk out of my door
I’m not mine anymore.

I become: lost property
Claimed by the eyes of the men that watch me
I know looking is free,
But I will never be thankful for the ways that I’m seen.

Where am I supposed to look,
Did you ever think that? You, that’s took

Taken, my body and face
Dressed me down, touched, taken up my space
Your own ornamental vase
Which you laugh at when it starts to quicken it’s pace

And I know that it happens to
Everyone, I know, I do.

Is that supposed to make
Me feel better? I suppose if you take
The libido from Blake
His poetic devotion will also break.


© 2018 paperwizards


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A well-written poem. Sexuality is a central part of being human... and a flower. We are attracted to the beauty in both. We all hope to be treated with dignity and respect. The best thing we can do is be a good example to others and distinguish between lust and simple appreciation. Try to display good higher character and love even our unlovely neighbors.

Haven't you looked at another sexually whispering with your girlfriends? Only men do this? I'll bet there's a few women if only out of jealousy.

I'm a bit older than you and know this impossible. As a supervisor in my twenties, I had two older female employees pinching my butt... and many women came on to me, some men too. It was unappreciated.

Now only my wife takes an interest, which is a relief :).

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

paperwizards

6 Years Ago

I really loved your review! I put discuss into the title as I hoped to encourage an interesting disc.. read more
dead letter office

6 Years Ago

thank you :)



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A well-written poem. Sexuality is a central part of being human... and a flower. We are attracted to the beauty in both. We all hope to be treated with dignity and respect. The best thing we can do is be a good example to others and distinguish between lust and simple appreciation. Try to display good higher character and love even our unlovely neighbors.

Haven't you looked at another sexually whispering with your girlfriends? Only men do this? I'll bet there's a few women if only out of jealousy.

I'm a bit older than you and know this impossible. As a supervisor in my twenties, I had two older female employees pinching my butt... and many women came on to me, some men too. It was unappreciated.

Now only my wife takes an interest, which is a relief :).

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

paperwizards

6 Years Ago

I really loved your review! I put discuss into the title as I hoped to encourage an interesting disc.. read more
dead letter office

6 Years Ago

thank you :)
Unfortunately, I always mentally undress a female when looking at them. Especially, if they show more than they should!!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The looking is only free to the ones doing the looking. It can take a heavy toll on the ones who would rather be left alone. A great social comment and wonderful writing. You really pushed your point, great job!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

paperwizards

6 Years Ago

Thanks so much!
This has a great message with an equally great flow and progression and numerous juicy lines. That ending is a good kicker and gets the reader thinking. Well done!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 12, 2018
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Tags: feminist, poetry, funny, youth, anger

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paperwizards
paperwizards

Scotland, United Kingdom



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