People often ask me,
Why i wear so many layers
Always pants, never shorts
Never crop tops, or skirts
Maybe she doesn't want the attention, they think
Maybe I don't
I've realized that the only thing I need
Is the fabric that rubs my arms
And tells me I can do it
And that they love me
Because no person has told me that
Nor will they ever.
But what do I know
I'm just a prude.
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कविताThe collection of my innermost thoughts. Expressed in the most vivid imagery and vocabulary that I can muster. It is cathartic, and it is raw. You may interpret each piece as you please, not everything is black and white~
