Why must women suffer
Damn I am tired of this shit
You got to look like this
Have a body like that
Hair down to your ass
What happened to natural beauty
Putting on sweat pants
Shit I can make it stylish too
Why show clevage
Not having one anyways
Pants that hug my ass so tight
Bending down becomes a task
Heels hurting the last pinky toe
Impressing who exactly?
A dog
Our vaginas are their treats
Tails wagging
Toungues out
Drooling
Catching the wrong attention
A man will be a man regardless
I can look like I just woke up out of bed
Teeth not brushed
Face not washed
Smell of period that saturates my pad
You can still be used
Our vaginas are gold
Whether new or used
Who gives it fuck it still works
Generic
Labled
Still being used
Left with a broken heart
Questioning yourself
What could I did differently
I'll tell you
Love yourself that's it
That is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
I am still learning this myself
Cup halfway spilled
Time to refill
About the Creator
Skylight Rain
5 years old in special education classes, no knowledge on how to read or write. My writing took a turn for the best in such a toxic enviroment. Learning to express my feelings started with paper and pen.
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