Short Objectified Poems

objectified
how
getting a way
and another's way wasn't yours
subjugating all those around
not on your side
we are bullet ridden
already a privacy
obscene
the torn hold of my boy body
you wont let grow
so small and unfit
distorted work, strength
abnormal and feminine
putrid wrath
motherly paint
language from darkness
i am fragile ornament in your hands...

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True beauty has no title.
To be beautiful is not to be objectified but in awe of. 
The beauty in your eyes....
Sunlight captured in a smile
Is beauty truly definable?
Or is it more? 

Beauty is a inspired feeling creating joy and excitement.
True beauty goes far beyond confidence 
Beyond the ability to describe... but feel. 

And in every describable way known....

You are beautiful....

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