The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem, "PERFORMANCE PIECE," effectively uses rhyme and rhythm to convey a strong message about personal boundaries and women's empowerment. The language is direct and unambiguous, which is fitting for the subject matter.

However, the poem could benefit from a more varied vocabulary. For instance, the words 'bodies' and 'hobbies' in the first two lines could be replaced with more evocative language to create a stronger impact.

The poem's structure is consistent, with four lines per stanza, which aids in readability. However, the rhythm is occasionally disrupted, such as in the line "We’re familiar with a creep, and what you’ve got, you can keep." This line could be rephrased to maintain the rhythm established in the previous stanzas.

The poem's theme is clear and well-executed, but the imagery could be more vivid. For example, the metaphor of shackles in the penultimate stanza could be expanded upon to create a more powerful image.

Lastly, the poem's conclusion is strong and leaves a lasting impression. However, the phrase "Not a piece or performance, to forget" could be clarified for better understanding. Is the speaker saying they won't be forgotten, or that the actions against them won't be forgotten? Clarifying this could strengthen the poem's ending.

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Resonates. I am all too familiar with being seen as just a "piece". Piece of what seems to be at the individual discretion and then discarded like yesterday's trash. Not that some women are any better. They treat men just as disrespectfully. I am not sure there is a fix though...it seems to be a game older than time....people are disposable...play things...used to fill self serving prophecies. Just my take. I really liked this and the meaning behind it.

Hello, Ruby,
Very strong poem. I felt the sincere discontent and frustration. Many, many pieces need to fall into place to find a respectful solution, but one major factor is guiding our children to have greater expectations from themselves and their peers.
Thank you,
L

This piece really his home. I am guilty. After a lifetime of being used and abused, I turned the tables, I spent a brief time of treating men the way I had been handled. It was my "angry period" it lasted about a year. but I am ashamed to say that it did happen. Just me, my motorcycle and my cat; Gonzo! The I met Steven, who got past my defenses and my super-independence. All it took was a bit of respect, caring and patience with a whole lot of listening. Your poem has brought me back in time, thank you for that. My favorite lines are:

You’re not welcome to our bodies,
We are not made for your hobbies.
When you ask if we’ll be yours,
We’re not bit parts in sex wars.

What I really like about this poem is that it can be taken to heart by men or women.

*lotsa hugs and love, Cat