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«Flesh Market» by Maggie Watson
I am not a piece of meat
at the flesh market, waiting to
be dissected.
Nor am I a possession kept.
While you gaze at me with
lascivious eyes.
I am neither a prize to
win nor an object of desire.
But there is so much
more to me than your sight
can gather.
Only hunters trade in skin.
I am no man’s prey.
So be a gentleman, or step away.
A market is for cattle who
are stamped.
And I was born with grace.
Author’s Bio
Maggie Watson is an Indie Author and Poet from Scotland. Her latest collection of poetry, «Ephemeral Encounters: Her Book of Words», was published last September. Gypso Philazine, Glass Gates Publishing, Edge of Humanity, and Spillwords have all published her work. She has also been in three anthologies, including an all-female collection ( Sacred Feminine Open Skies).
Maggie works voluntarily for a children’s charity when she is not writing.
Author, Pieces of Me: A Collection of Poems
Author, Ephemeral Encounters (Her Book of Words): A Collection of Poetry
Author, In the Shadow of My Pen: A Collection of Poetry and Prose
Author, A Jar of Stars: A Collection of Poetry
Author, Once Upon A Time: A Collection of Poetry
Author, Me and My Shadow: A Collection of Poetry
Contributor, The Sacred Feminine: An Open Skies Collection
Contributor, The Lost Years: A Poetry Anthology
Contributor, Daydreams and Lost Wishes: A Poetic Reveries Anthology
Contributor, After Rain Skies: The Global Anthology
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