Not Your Sex Machine

There are moments when people try to reduce you to something less—less than human, less than deserving of respect. This poem stands as a fierce reminder that boundaries and dignity aren’t negotiable.

Easy, isn’t it, to dismiss my anger—
To call me vile, evil, a temper tantrum’s danger?
But let me ask you, mister,
Would you take it lightly if someone
Spoke of your mother this way?

"Only sex, only sex,"
As if I’m here to fulfil every primal reflex
As if my worth starts and ends in a bed,
As if I exist just to feed your head.

Mature, you say? "It’s just a joke."
Your immaturity leaves me choked.
Would you call it joking around
If the same venom was thrown at someone
You call your own?

And then the mockery:
"Better a hooker, peaceful and free."
If that's your truth, then by all means,
Go sleep with a sex worker,
Because that's her profession—not mine.

She, with dignity, does her work.
But I am no machine, no hired perk.
I am human, with breath, with dreams,
Not your lifeless toy for sexual schemes.

Respect lies in understanding the line—
Between a person and their profession’s design.
If you can’t, then carry your misplaced pride,
For you’ll find no solace in my stride.

Because my body is mine—my choice, my way.
I won’t bend to your whims, not today, not any day.

This poem is not just a declaration of self-worth but a call to respect the autonomy of every person—no matter their gender, profession, or choice. How do you navigate moments where your dignity is tested?

Comments

Amazon Worker

Hey there Amazon Worker, Do you think you pulled one over? Mocked my vulnerable side, only to protect your fake pride. I can’t fathom why I ever asked you to pamper and protect. Your wealth was never my concern, yet you watched my trust burn. As I began to share how I felt, you made a snide remark, hitting below the belt. Do you think I care if people change the way they stare? I’m no longer trying to hide; the girl you knew has long died. It’s amusing now that you said I remind you of your mother— What kind of devil hurts the daughter of another? Everyone says to forgive and forget since you were only a child. I would if you didn’t parade your weak masculinity, born of Rothschild. Your false grandeur can’t erase the damage done, I’ve found my strength and my journey’s just begun. If you thought you were good for my image, Know this: my growth surpasses your limits. I’m a woman whose name you can’t tear from the page, And I will stand tall, owning my own stage. ~ Kanika Kau...

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Oh, drop the good guy act, You pretended to care, that's a fact. Someone who was hiding their own shame, Called me psycho and crazy, how lame. You tried to charm me with your coffer, Brushed off my pain, saying, “Stop it, or else I won’t buy a lightsaber.” You took all you could and then asked what I have to offer? Funny how you wanted to burn it all down when you lost your maker, But when I cried and screamed, called me a big faker. You claimed to know love, but never took the time, To understand my heart, my rhythm, my rhyme. You wrapped me in darkness while claiming the light, But all you offered was a hollow delight. Now your shadows fade, and I choose to ignite, I’ll weave my own stories, reclaiming my flight.

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