Sea Shell

A thing,
Submitted to the furies of the tides,
A refugee of the sand,
Remained a refugee forever.

Mirror
A thing,
Broken piece of glass,
Reflects what you actually are,
Rather than what you actually want to be.

Dress
A thing,
Alluring a charming,
A few use it to drape their bodies,
A few to drape their scars.

Shoe
A thing,
Crushed under the feet,
Yet never failed to support,
Even if it is thrown to a dark corner.

Coin
A thing,
Tiny yet powerful,
Ruins the life, if it's in recess.
Poisons the mind if it's in excess.

Woman
You foolish society,
I'm neither an expensive vase,
Nor an artifact piece.
I'm neither your trifle thing,
Nor a toy bounded by a string.

My body is not an object.
Stop objectifying me!

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I tried a different way to express my idea through this poem. Hope I was able to do that.

Objectification is one of the worst things which we're facing in today's world. This poem talks about women objectification. I don't say that men are not objectified, men too are. Women are not only objectified by men, but also by fellow women. In all ways, I feel that objectification should stop. Men or women, none should be objectified by anyone.

Your thoughts on this?