Sick Pigs | Teen Ink

Sick Pigs

June 8, 2011
By itsestherofcourse BRONZE, Boston, Massachusetts
itsestherofcourse BRONZE, Boston, Massachusetts
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

They’re staring
I can feel it on my back
Sending chills up my spine and to my neck
Eating at my insides
I feel nauseous

They’re staring
Looking at everything that doesn’t define me
No matter where I go
Their eyes will find me

They’re staring
Grim smiles stretched across their ugly faces;
Taking it all in, fixing it into their ill fantasies
Degrading me.


The author's comments:
Jumbled pieces of this poem have been stuck in my head for a long time. Ever since the first day i walked home from school freshman year. I don't think that some men understand that honking at a woman or girl while they're walking is flattering. Well at least not for me. And this type of behavior is everywhere. It begins with a check out, a honk, a comment, then escalates to the worst. And the most terrible part of all is that it'll never end. I was inspired to write this for all the women and girls being degraded on the streets. To let them know that there's someone out there who feels the way they do.

Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.