Conceal My Vulnerability
Conceal My Vulnerability  sad stories
  130
  •  
  1
  •   11 comments
Share

duskthoughts
duskthoughts Empathy-The voice of understanding
Autoplay OFF   •   a year ago
For all the women that have felt vulnerable because of their gender...

Conceal My Vulnerability

Author note- This piece is influenced by the next text I will share with you all from my fiancé whilst she was walking alone.She was approached by two men after a series of attention grabbing, wolf-whistles and unwanted interactions that were expressed clearly with no success of ceased persistence... Only verbal abuse from rejection.

Author note- Speaking to a few of the commaful users this is a reality women have to face daily, this piece is in dedication to all the women who have felt vulnerable and sexually objectified for their gender. You are all equal regardless of gender... Stay confident and don’t let these things go unspoken.

Conceal My Vulnerability

He is my concealment

He is my concealment from prying eyes

He is my concealment from prying eyes so desperate

He is my concealment from prying eyes so desperate to explore my skin.

He is my shield

He is my shield against the shrapnel

He is my shield against the shrapnel of misogynistic bombs

He is my shield against the shrapnel of misogynistic bombs and flashbang wolf-whistles.

He is my antidote

He is my antidote against venomous words

He is my antidote against venomous words that spit from forked tongues

He is my antidote against venomous words that spit from forked tongues in retaliation to rejection.

He is my trinket

He is my trinket of superior masculinity

He is my trinket of superior masculinity that hides

He is my trinket of superior masculinity that hides my vulnerable femininity.

He becomes my owner

He becomes my owner as though I am a possession?

He becomes my owner as though I am a possession? by the minds

He becomes my owner as though I am a possession? by the minds that question my availability.

And without him...

And without him... I am subjected

And without him... I am subjected to walk the streets

And without him... I am subjected to walk the streets stripped bare

And without him... I am subjected to walk the streets stripped bare by perversion.

And without him...

And without him... I am tracked down

And without him... I am tracked down with sonar calls and thermal scans

And without him... I am tracked down with sonar calls and thermal scans for I am a heat signal

And without him... I am tracked down with sonar calls and thermal scans for I am a heat signal radiating with sexual possibility.

And without him...

And without him... I am to blame,

And without him... I am to blame, for my visible skin

And without him... I am to blame, for my visible skin wanders too close,

And without him... I am to blame, for my visible skin wanders too close, taunting

And without him... I am to blame, for my visible skin wanders too close, taunting beady eyes and salivating lips.

And without him...

And without him... I am a satiable feast,

And without him... I am a satiable feast, in the mouth of sexual predatory views

And without him... I am a satiable feast, in the mouth of sexual predatory views for being nothing more

And without him... I am a satiable feast, in the mouth of sexual predatory views for being nothing more than just a women.

Stories We Think You'll Love 💕

Get The App

App Store
COMMENTS (11)
SHOUTOUTS (1)