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.