We Have Let Our Mothers Down

Look past the mirror.
See the world beside your face;
don’t let the flashing screen blind
you with half dressed girls,
dominant men.

Whips and chains excite me

A beautiful women,
with a striking voice, only
becomes a faming star
when bare skin is shown;
Wet white tee-shirt, riding a bull.

Images of women, no class
no respect–bodies beautiful, shared,
misused, yet they don’t care. Fame…

Sex in the air I don’t care I love the smell of it

She is the role
model for these coming
young girls–need we question
single teen pregnancy.

The horizontal between real
& fantasy– blurred to None.
These are now one.

All women struggled for– now
seen as nothing more
than meat, to only be used
for sex, abuse, controlled.
Equality is nonexistent;
nothing has changed.

If they only knew–mortified, some turning in their graves.