Have you ever wondered,
What do men look at when we pass by?

Is it the wiggle in our walk or
The twinkle in our eye?

Maybe it is the cottage cheese in our thighs!
No matter what those men want,
I can not figure it out!

The more I talk,
The less I walk.

No more do I walk past a bevy of men,
No, not me,
No not them!

I can't have them stare,
I'm a women of character,
I'm not piece of meat,
I'm not for sale,
I'm not that cheap.

However, if I were for sale,
I couldn't be bought,
Not for any price,
Maybe, on second thought,
I might reconsider,
Here, is something to consider.

As I walk past the next man I see,
I know inside a woman is a wo man.

Nadalia Bagratuni

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/women-are-more-than-mere-objects-of-affection/