Pretty is a thief in the night.
Pretty is a thing women need to fight.
Pretty steals our humanity,
It robs us of sanity,
Twists our thoughts towards vanity.
Pretty is violence,
Done to us through other's silence.
Or shouted out in the streets,
When there is nowhere we can flee.
Pretty is more complicated then a compliment,
It's weight is crushing our consent
And facilitating man's decent.
Pretty turns woman into to meat,
Man into butcher.
Pretty makes him cleave her instead of touch her.
Pretty is bane
Disguised as boon
It stalks its prey and invades their being
Taking place until there is no longer space,
To just be.
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