I been objectified before -
For ages, in fact;
Objectified in the name of love,
Dragged to the thorns that prick
Deep into wounds that never heal…
Objectified for mere lust;
Enslaved in the clutches of a man’s hold
Never given an opportunity to express
What I perhaps like and what I don’t!
I have been objectified, yes,
Even for household chores and
To run random errands:
Like cooking, cleaning, and birthing children…
I have been, for ages,
Objectified for gender roles,
In the office, at home, in my church…
Objectified for marital duties,
In the bed and outside of it as well…
I have been objectified for
Societal and peer pressures:
Good girls don’t stand a chance
And bad girls punished –
Not by God, by the way!
Objectified for several things
Including professional, traditional,
And cultural gains of men:
Ironically chained to the prison of being a “woman.”
In a society that victimises her, drags her naked
On the streets where men and women watch
But see nothing, speak nothing, hear nothing!

I been objectified by men.
Who knows nothing about self-control,
Consent, social responsibility,
Let alone mere humanity!
I been harshly objectified before
Even before I started my monthly cycle:
Eyes gazed at and raped me before they even touched me
I have been objectified at 5,
Objectified at 15, later by 20…
I still am in my 30s… 
Am sure I will be when I turn 60…
I am objectified for
Sexual violence and impunities,
For physical gain and emotional damage.
I have been objectified for wars at the borders
Of territories globally!
I have been objectified as a weapon:
Men represent their defeats and victories
Through how I been objectified…
I am ripped off, not just my clothes,
The dignity of my birth,
The sanctity of my body,
Through the chastity of my soul…
Who gave men the right to objectify me,
May I dare to ask…?
Who gave men the right to objectify and glorify,
Their victories and wars waged upon others through me?
Who gave them the upper-hand
To objectify and disparage my existence?
Did I?
Did you?
Who then?