To Him We Are
A poem
To him, We Are…
“Pigs,” “slobs,” “dogs” —
Names spit out like venom
at our bodies, he doesn’t see,
at our minds, he refuses to know,
at our souls, he will never feel.
To him, We Are
“fat,” “ugly,” “nasty,”
Only “pussies” to be grabbed,
bodies to be demeaned, discarded.
To him, We Are…
“Bimbos,” “crazy,” “disgusting” —
Misogynist slurs tossed like hand grenades to
shatter our strength, silence our rage,
keep us small, obedient, afraid.
Belittles us who challenge his fragile ego,
who refuse to be silenced or shaped by his hands,
standing firm in defiance, unwavering, unbroken.
To him, We Are…
“Shrill,” “hysterical,” “too much” —
Words flung like stones to bruise
The confidence we build in every breath,
Hoping to reduce us to doubt and death.
But we wear these insults like badges,
Carve them into monuments of strength
That speak louder than his scorn.
