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Disclaimer: This poem references violence towards women. I do not share any views that may be observed within this poem.

CONTENT WARNING: Violence Against Women

 

Beauty is contemptible, for me 

It is useless, that is why. 

Their bodies, warm 

Others, who epitomise injustice. 

I mean they could give, 

Giving how much pleasure to him? 

I have no desire to know, 

When I will never know 

Who these men are 

And just how euphoric 

It might almost be 

Like for her to go to waste — 

Never to warm again

And her as well. 

Waste for all, if not 

I would not stand that 

He would make use, 

As would he; 

While I do not exist, 

Until beauty ceases to be.