It's not my fault.
The way I can't control these things.
I can't control how big my boobs are
or
how wide my hips are
I can't control that I want to look
good.
That I want to feel good about
myself.
Is it a crime?Is it a crime to want to look pretty?Is it a crime to wear what I want?
Do you feel good about
yourself?
Calling me names because of the things
I can't control?
I can't control how big my lips are
or
how "nice looking"
you call me.
It's not my fault.
SLUT = LUST

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collection of poems
Poetrythis is for my in the moment poetic thoughts. this isn't horny or anything but just something for me to write