*Trigger warning*- mention of rape and SA
I can't walk alone at night,
I can't wear tight clothes,
I must cover up all of my skin,
Then do makeup till I glow,
I'm called a slut when I say yes,
But still raped when I say no,
They blame it on the drink and clothes,
And how much skin I show,
I'm supposed to wear makeup all the time,
The bar is never low,
In society's eyes I'm nothing but,
A bitch, a whore, a hoe.
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Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.
