They only go after the pretty ones
I'd hear people say
So -
I deemed myself ugly and hoped it would keep me safe.
I dressed in all black,
covered myself head to toe,
kept my hair basic or chopped into a style that didn't look good on me.
I hoped dressing more like a boy would keep eyes off me,
and hands away from places I didn't want to be touched.
It didn't matter how I saw myself, though.
It only matter how they saw me;
an innocent, vulnerable girl who they were excited to prey upon,
who they were excited to ruin.
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Author:
sweetwords (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2023 14:44
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Black is the master of colors..
Uglyness & beauty have no objective criterion.
And a cautious Eve, like you , reflects more elegance .
So , come out of your cocoon .
Sip your dawn nectar ..
thank you. this is definitely helping me come out of my cocoon.
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