Am I as beautiful as they say?
Or are they blinded by my looks.
Sure im a woman,
But that’s all they know.
That my femininity is for them to behold,
My walk talk and glance,
All created for them,
And them alone.
Assuming romance over friendship,
Assuming I owe them something—
For what?
Glancing my way?
Being nice?
Do my words mean so little to you,
That you...
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