You compare my skin to
(Chocolate, coffee, caramel, vanilla, almond)
But I am none of those. My skin is not something for you to taste and swallow and keep.
(REPEAT: My skin is not your favorite flavour)
My skin is kissed by the sun. It is utterly, completely mine.
(Sometimes I feel as though it cannot hold all of me)
You tell me that you like your girls exotic, as if I am some rare creature lurking in the confines of your heart.
(You are right. I will devour you, poor hunter)
I am not here to satisfy some sick fantasy of yours. I am not here to bend to your will, to cower and praise you.
(I am here for me)
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A/N: end of act three! okok so there's a small dilemma: i dont know if i should end this book here or make a couple more acts?? if anyone has any ideas for future themes let me know in the comments and I'll see what i can do. ciao !!!
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Puisi"FRAGILE, delicate, broken- words that I hope you never become." A letter from a mother to her future daughter. [#71 in Poetry 1.9.16]
