This post is more socially conscious than my others, but it’s about something that has bothered me for a long while. I decided to write this poem in light of the increased media attention on the appalling rape cases, domestic violence, acid attacks and female infanticide. Personally, I believe that they all stem from the objectification of women. Unless men can see women as real people and not just objects of their attraction and entertainment, they will never be able to treat women as equals. Objectification not only hurts the self-confidence and esteem of women, but also gives men a sense of ownership over them. So here is a poem inspired by my extended essay book: ‘The Edible Woman’ by Margaret Atwood, on the objectification of women.

She is Mine

He says I’m interesting,

Like the book he reads.

He says I’m attractive,

Like the figures on magazines.

He says I’m exciting,

Like the movies he sees.

He says I’m delicious,

Like the food he eats.

But he doesn’t say,

I am real,

Or I am flawed,

Or I am me.

Because I am an object,

And the only person is he.

-t.t