Their dirty looks
Their consuming glances
Their flirting faces
Trying to show me how good their romance is
The constant feling of being watched
lives inside of me
I keep thinking about the audaucity
to look at a teenager's body
the way they look at me
it makes me want to harm somebody
Still I want to be sexy
Not for them,
for myself
But I keep dressing like a homeless old man
Because fuck 'em
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lola (
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Comments1
a poetic voice, worth cultivating
already producing mature poetry, with uncomfortable levels of sincerity,
I laud your bravery!
do you Sister, be you
never quail in the face of your awareness,
embrace it, allow for it to grow in its range of scope
feed it the ammunition to identify even more of our society's morbid hypocrisies,
arm yourself, with the knowledge and understanding to survive and hopefully, eventually: thrive!
(its a privilege to read your work
thank you! for choosing to share)
Thank you, it's so empowering to get such feedback
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