my life isn't yours to control
i am meant for greatness, not the kitchen
i am meant to touch the stars, not a slave to your orders
i have goals, dreams, standards
i am not some weak bitch
i am sexy, i am confident, i am beautiful
that doesn't make me a hoe
i shouldn't be taught to cover up my skin
you should teach your son how to fucking respect women
so i say this once more, and will continue to say this until you finally listen
my life isn't yours to control
~j~
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life || poems
Poetrylife through poetry, maybe you can relate? maybe you can't? either way it's here..
