They call her the object of my desire,
Implying she's nothing but a toy
I could play with anytime,
But little do they know
That she's being insulted.
She hides the disgust on her face
With a smile, which is enough
To fool everybody around her.
Everybody, but me because
I've known her long enough
To know what lies beyond that smile.
Not a single word needs to be spoken
On what I need to do about this,
For I could already tell what
I need to do, and that is to make
Everyone see her for what she truly is.
She is not an object or a thing,
But a someone, and that someone
Is a human being, complete
With the ability to make her own
Decisions, someone who is my equal.
They better take back
Calling her an object
Because I will gladly defend
Her worth as a person,
And make sure she gets
The good treatment she deserves.
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Burning Sensation
Poetry[Poetry] No description can fully define love, for the only way to truly understand it is to feel it, especially every shade of it. Circa 2016-2018
