My friends always tell me I say no too often
to the boys who want me only for my body.
They say I don't know how to have fun.
But I remember all the boys before them
who called me beautiful when they grabbed my ****
but got furious and labelled me a ***** when I
took their hands off and rejected their advances.
I recall the boys who stared shamelessly at my *******
but called me a **** and all the adults
who told me it was my own fault for being promiscuous.
I think back
On all the times boys asked me
whether or not I was a ******
as if they had the right to know.
On the numerous occasions a guy I didn't know
asked me to **** his ****
as if that is the only thing I'm good for.
On every time boys called me
a *****
a ****
a *****
or a ***** ******
And when I do so I'm absolutely sure I want no part
of the fun my friends keep going on about.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
My friends always tell me I say no too often
to the boys who want me only for my body.
They say I don't know how to have fun.
But I remember all the boys before them
who called me beautiful when they grabbed my ****
but got furious and labelled me a ***** when I
took their hands off and rejected their advances.
I recall the boys who stared shamelessly at my *******
but called me a **** and all the adults
who told me it was my own fault for being promiscuous.
I think back
On all the times boys asked me
whether or not I was a ******
as if they had the right to know.
On the numerous occasions a guy I didn't know
asked me to **** his ****
as if that is the only thing I'm good for.
On every time boys called me
a *****
a ****
a *****
or a ***** ******
And when I do so I'm absolutely sure I want no part
of the fun my friends keep going on about.
