I will wear that dress.
I will wear it and look pretty.
Flirty.
Sexy.
I can be sexy, you see.
I don’t need your permission.
I will wear my hair down.
I won’t cover it, or hide it away.
It’s long.
Sexy.
It makes me feel sexy, you see.
I don’t ask for permission.
I will paint my lips red.
I won’t worry, that you’ll find it provocative.
It’s daring.
Sexy.
It shows that I’m sexy, you see.
I won’t get your permission.
Tell me to cover up, I dare you.
Tell me I’m dishonourable, I dare you.
Call me a whore, I dare you.
I will stand up for those you cut and left scarred.
I won’t be silent, I will do what I want.
I’m powerful.
Sexy.
It means that you’re powerless.
I’ll never need your permission.
- Author: KDymond ( Offline)
- Published: September 27th, 2016 10:01
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
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