Lucy
Lucy's a boy magnet. Black
curls that hang on her shoulders,
breasts that nearly spill out
and a toothpaste ad smile. Boys
cling to her, wanting to peek
inside her sweaters and longingly
watching her suck a strawberry
milkshake, a red and white straw
placed between her pink lips.
I'm not like that; ash blonde
and bland, flat hair and flat
chested. My sweaters sag
where my breasts should be,
my lips a dull cracked salmon.
They don't watch me nurse
a milkshake or a lollipop.
They don't fantasize about me.
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PoetryLiz is a regular teenager with a best friend who can get her into the best parties which is great until Liz gets roofied and raped one night at a party and when she starts to speak up, things get messy. When no one, including her best friend, believ...
