Trigger Warning: mentions of rape, sexual assault, and sexism
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Why don't you put a smile on that pretty, little face?
And then let us get a fucking taste.
We say it like a question but if you decline we'll show you how 'real men' behave.
You say a word that we don't like you better pray for yourself tonight.
Do everything we say and then you'll be lucky to get laid.
Not consensually of course but we don't see it that way.
It'll be our pleasure to displeasure you for having the right private parts.
So lovely, so sweet.
Your blood will be left, a simple stain on my porcelain white sheets.
And my hands on your skin will burn till you're dead.
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Finding Myself I ▽
Poetry"She painted her soul with words and displayed the pain for all to observe." Where a girl is learning how to love herself and the complicated life she lives.
