Broken Mirror
With every catcall,
every whisper,
every stare,
a piece of me shatters.
much like a mirror,
the more I break
The harder it is to put back together
not all the pieces are there
pieces that will forever remain lost
Why do you make assumptions
without any intention
of seeing the real me?
Why do you look me up and down
and act like it's ok
like im a piece of meat
rather than a human being
you do it without a care
dismissing how it may make me feel
ignoring right and wrong
if you had cared
then you would see
pieces of me dying
with every catcall,
every whisper
every stare.
This poem is about:
Me