Men?
You touch me.
You stare at me.
You think I'm your private property.
I'm supposed to like that?
In childhood, you teased me.
You told me I was weak.
That no boy will ever like me if I stay a geek.
And I'm supposed to take that?
Your opinions oblique.
Me caring; at its peak
Me silenced; I still speak
You're in the shadows, where you creep.
Copyright © Yii cw | Year Posted 2024
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