Toys

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I don't like feeling uncomfortable in shorts.
I don't like being something you can stare at and I don't think it's very fair that boys could wear the same things and still wouldn't get stared at. I don't enjoy being an object for your eyes, I don't enjoy covering my truths with your lies and I sure as hell don't enjoy you touching me. But everything every time I tell someone you do they tell me the same thing and I'm starting to think it true.

"Boys will be boys" but it appears that girls have become their toys and I'm tired of all the goddamn noise about boys hurting girls and girls staying with boys. As a girl myself I'm tired of putting up with this so here we go, I'm letting it slip. Fuck you, don't touch me, and that's all there is to it.

And it's kind of disgusting how were viewed as toys, and it's a little disgusting how we have to keep poised as you yell out names for us as we walk down the street, a simple action that now has to be discreet, and it's a bit saddening when you think of how many have given up their joys just to be treated like less than toys.

I'm so sorry that I'm not sorry that other girls won't cover their story and I'm sorry that you will probably find this poem boring since you heard it so many times and resulted to snoring, but right now I really hope that you're tired of ignoring. 

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