Subject/Object

Legs, Breasts, Stomachs
A forest of body parts: decoded, manufactured

Proportionality is false:
A corset fed to the masses

Air brushed reality:
Inject me with your curves and Erase my faults

Pushes a panic:
Rushing deeper into ferns of projection

Regret, Pain
Binge, Purge

Media diet of lies:
Candy-Coated with Splenda and Aspertame

Subjectivity faded

Subject: Lost

Reviews

[TLK]

The last line really hammers it home. Identifying myself as a feminist, I think I've got a handle on what you mean by this poem. I am invigorated by the fact that you do not feel the need to explain to the reader what this is about. I would quite like to see reactions from readers who are not aware of the objectification problem in society. The kind of person who watches music videos on VEVO and doesn't notice that the ladies tend to be baring more flesh and ouncing more bounce than the boys. Sorry, 'boyz'.

Most intriguing turn of phrase: "a corset fed to the masses".

Also, as a Psychology teacher, I note with pleasure an acquaintance with essential terminology.

I want to read more. MORE.

[anjamaka]

I was social studies teacher turned back into a graduate student! Small world.

[Akshat♥]

It is a different write...
i like the concept ..objects are many but subject is "lost"
Really impressive!!