The "Man"

The first poem I wrote, hope to inspire many others !

From little girls protectors,

To the people they need protection from.

From girls

clothes, behavior, and dreams,

Women's careers, and lifestyle.

All criticized for one thing

Their gender.

To the streets you once loved,

To the streets you now fear.

Innocence stripped like cloth

Yet those "men" come from women.

Dagger like eyes,

Cut our clothing off.

Piece by Piece.

Yet "excuses" keep us quiet,

But why,

Why are we to be blamed?

Our youth,

Our innocence.

Stolen with no justice served.

To "satisfy" a "man's" needs

You strip her of her purity.

And now there's a girl

Too old to be a kid

Too young to be an adult

She wears a necklace.

A gold chain around her neck

A sign of beauty she says

A symbol that represents.

It's funny

How the world still spins.

While hers stopped.

And she just thinks.

How to get away?

How to survive?

How to breathe?

How to make it "stop"?

yet they never learn.

And they continue to pluck flowers

in a garden full of words.

A peaceful girl,

placed in front of the whole world

her petals falling.

Her stem, now torn.

Author's Note

This poem is very personal to me, although I've presented to many before, but now presenting it once more means a lot. I ask (if people end up reading it) to please be kind with words. I will take constructive criticism though, having the support and help from others is very much needed in hopes of becoming a much better and efficient writer-poet. Thank you again.

Everlasting Love,

-W.

Reviews

[living lavender]

this is a very strong piece. an honest perspective.
the emotion behind each line. very powerful.
{looking forward to reading future work.}