People

People look at me,

With gawking eyes;

My smeared lipstick,

And nice thighs.

Tell me I'm pretty,

From the outside;

Learn to love me,

But push me aside.

Their eyes wonder up,

Like visual rape;

Something inside,

Wanting to escape.

Pin me to the floor,

With naught but a gaze;

Find myself running,

Like mice in a maze.

No personality,

Only looks matter today;

Feeling me up,

And asking me to stay.

I say no,

And they resort to violence;

Touch me anyway,

When I'm in silence.

This is our world,

Being pushed and shoved;

Female or male,

Used but not loved.