"Pull down your shorts!"
4 inches above the knee,
Sir,
not to sexy or reveling,
Stop tempting the young boys,
distracting them from learning,
Stop pulling the Teachers eyes to your thighs,
They need to teach the boys how to gaze,
how to look without being seen,
and how to turn off your camera click.
"Pull up your shirt!"
Stop showing off,
Stop showing off your 13 year old body,
Cover your shoulder,
Cover your ass,
Cover your personality,
Cover your smile,
They would rather look at your collarbones.
"Cover up! I can see your stomach!"
Yes,
Sir,
Ill cover up,
when you lift your eyes from my tits to my face,
and teach these kids to live on love,
not lust,
teach them to look away if they can't control,
teach them to respect a girl,
something you never learned.
"Pull your shorts down!"
Pull your claws away from my skin,
and maybe I will,
let me wear my shorts,
Sir.
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Author:
Sophia Garcia (
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- Published: October 10th, 2025 21:18
- Comment from author about the poem: I've been pissed about getting dress coded over nothing so yeah.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 1
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