Long ago, we used two words

For the worth of a house,a car,

A woman- all the same to a men

Who claimed them:things

To be entered, each to suffer

Wear and tear with time, but

Greater than the love for these

Was the strong little grin

One man offered another

Saying, you lucky. You got you

A big, fine _______.

Hard to imagine so many men 

Waiting on each other to be

Recognized, every crooked

Tooth in our naming mouths

Ready like the syllables

Of a very short sentence, all

Of us crying mine, like babies who

Grab for what must be beautiful

Since someone else saw it. 

It is very sad, that women are still treated like objects.  People have used words are actions to describe and treat women as objects.  This poem addresses that exact thing.  Women are looked at as a prize for their outer beauty.  Their hair is seen as their crown and glory.  I have heard people address women as fine and fine and other various one syllable words.  It puts so much pressure on women to do things to be the perfect size, the perfect color, the perfect woman, that is desired.  I have to starve myself, or exercise extra, or inject poison in my body, or buy the best clothes, or the offer my body up freely.  Why can't women be valued for their hard work and mental abilities instead?  Why can't a woman doing hard labor, woodworking with her hands, statistical analysis, or caring and nurturing activities be more valued than what her physical appearance is?  Making connections in the community, being generous, working hard, those are characteristics that should be prized and valued.  The old traditions and terms of "giving the bride away" like she is a piece of property, should change.  This plants certain ideas in people's heads, subconciously or conciously, and needs to stop.  Other countries that have dowries and bride prices, are just as bad.  There there is actually an exchange of goods and ownership of property that further dehumanizes women.  It is time for us to stop using harmful words to hold women down.  Words are important, choose them wisely.  You never know who is listening.