Credit: 1000women

Objectified

This isn’t what you think.

Imagine walking around thought of as an

object of hate,

Angry faces vehicles of bate

In vehicles lusting for a taste

Of blood split,

Like our ancestors of late;

When will we accept

That breaking a soul

Breaks the whole;

My surrender,

Fastened cuffs of fear,

Within the wrecked

Peace lies at the bottom.