As a young woman, growing up meant I was constantly faced with the battle of realizing who I was without a man attached. Additionally, I had a hard time wanting to be seperated from men. Thus, this poem was a byproduct of such, as women are often subjected to the negatively impacting sex culture in today's society. We are paraded by men with "locker room talk" and seen as objects; more importantly, we are taught to be objects. Women uphold the embodiment of men's standards, cut and contoured into whatever they want us to be. My poem was that realization at 3 AM alongside the sad truth that growing up, I had played right into their hands. I could not save anyone, and understanding that was what I needed to be able to say goodbye to past men who had robbed me of any semblance to an identity.