I'm tired of strange men
In long beige coats
Telling me that I can be tamed
That there's a better use
For that pretty mouth of mine
"Women shall be seen, not heard"
He whispers in my ear,
As he grips my waist.
I glance at him and raise my glass
"Don't call me wild just because I dare to speak my mind".
- I'm not a rental
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Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
