My age does not matter. My name

is only a myth. My person

is not existent because I am

only an object in the world’s eyes.

We live in a world where

the world only sees us as objects

for its own pleasure and

amusement.

Men can hurt, rape, and abuse

without consequence. Men can say

they have sexually harmed another and

still be free to walk the streets.

In a society where rape is the fault of the victim

and the perpetrator is innocent. Where

the victim is scrutinized and objectified for something

they did not want.

A society where the rights they’ve

fought so hard to get can be

ripped away as if it was

nothing.

A society where equal pay is false

and equal rights is a lie. Where people

are only objects to those they are

afraid of.

A society where a man who

rapped an unconscious woman behind

a dumpster is walking free after only

three months.

A society where a man who admits

to sexual assaulting a woman can

still become our

president.

A society where pregnancy is

an “inconvenience” to employers and

sexual assault in the military is because

we are there.

A society that tells us

how we must look and

how we must act to be

beautiful.

My fears do not matter to

the world I live in. My dreams

are nothing more than that.

Dreams.

If assaulted, I won’t be helped.

I will be objectified and asked

indecent questions. Made to think it was

my fault.

If I work, it won’t be fair.

My pay would be must less

than that of my male co-workers.

Even in the same position.

I walk down the street and I

must look a certain way. I must

walk and dress to be attractive for

men.

Catcalls, whistles, honks, and stares.

My body instead of my person.

An object of pleasure instead of a human.

A myth instead of me.