Objectification

Objectification

You sharpen your words
into knives
lovingly caressing blade
with whetting stone
until it can split hairs
your goal
to dismember
into assorted parts
a skilled and enthusiastic butcher
you long to reduce women to
arms
legs
feet
hands
breasts
pelvis
head
mouth taped firmly shut
blindfolded
to hide reproach
judgement
in our eyes
to diminish
disempower
silence

How terrified
you must be
of our wombs
our truths
our rage
to think that complete
objectification
nothing short of carving us like
Thanksgiving turkey
can protect you

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

9 thoughts on “Objectification

  1. The iconoclast has a problem. First, he must make a graven image of the sacred in order to smash it. He breaks it to pieces so as not to be confronted with the power of that which he has portrayed, objectified. What is that divine, overwhelming revelation he defiles in doing that to Woman? Nothing less than love itself, the ultimate vulnerability, the seeing through of the illusions of power and control, unity instead of exploitation.

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  2. Your poetry hits this deep place in my soul. It makes me simulataneously want to take to the streets with a battle cry, whilst seeking you out and lauding your ability to convey EXACTLY the very thing none of us can get off our chest. You are in that sense, a speaker for all of us. You go there in a way that is both fearless and unrepentant and I love the rawness that you are, in all your incantations you absolutely do it for me.

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