You tell us they need to want us
To hold us
To keep us
You call us prude
For wearing things that conceal us
But if we are prude when we cover our butts
Why do you call all the other girls
Sluts .
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Shiny
PoetryI'm a lover of shiny things a dreamer of dreams. Enjoyer of rhyming things a cutter of strings. A lover of love and a lover of words, but in all reality... I'm just a girl.
