and just when i would gain the confidence to show a little skin,
my father would look at me say, keep dressing like that and one day you'll get free drinks in a bar.
and that's where it started,
that's when i started to believe i would never be anything more than a pretty little play thing.
YOU ARE READING
mind. body. soul.
Puisia collection of poems, written about myself or inspired by a friend.
