You analyze her as you paint her portrait
You tell her to change her clothes
Because showing skin makes her a hoe!
Get your head out of your ass
Her body isn't yours to look at
She isn't yours to control.
You're just the painter not her creator!
Who do you think you are ?
"Wear a dress, pants aren't lady like"
Those words leave your mouth
She'll make you swallow them back!
Who are you to decide what a lady should look like?
What a lady should wear or how a lady should behave?
You're forgetting that to her you're just pass time and she can find a better painter just like that.
All she wants is for you to paint her as she is
Because she is a confident beautiful masterpiece.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe Me
Poetry"You were blind and couldn't find much to love from my poetic mess but I've found many reasons for you" - E.C
