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Why must I be ashamed
for being disrespected?
Why do I hate myself
for my body being thought of as attractive?
Like a dirty unclean thing
I don't like looking at myself
I don't like looking at them
My breast
nor my legs
Why are they here anyway?
Just to satisfy men in their own fantasizing minds?
My body is worth more than sex.
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Angel Blade
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Comments (1)
So raw and real! We are full humans always, worthy of every respect. Great poem.