Objectified Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who is it that can live a life...
Just being,
Objectified.
Who is that a midnight rides...
Just being,
Objectified.
Who is it that moans at home,
Alone...
With a wish to get some sleep.
But feels chased by defeat to beat,
Being...
The one,
Who is...
Objectified.

Who is it that walks the streets,
Being...
Objectified.
Who is it that can't be discreet,
But is...
Objectified.
Who is it that is reaching above,
To be free, released to leave...
From being,
Objectified.

Who is it that is wishing this...
A freedom from being objectified.
Who is it that is wishing this...
A freedom from being objectified.
And who is it that this wish is dismissed,
From being...
Objectified.
Who is it that this wish is dismissed,
From being...
Objectified~