Who would have thought a bikini could make me smile a genuine smile?
I hate the way men stare at us
With eyes so bloodthirsty
We feel unsafe in our own skin
But here I am
Staring in the mirror
Alone
Comfortable
Ready to show the world
Is it hypocritical?
I guess
I’m just happy for once and don’t want my joy to run away
Is it vain of me
To like what I see?
Not my brain
Not my heart
My body
The thought of kissing
Touching
Feeling
Makes bile disgrace my throat
But I want to lay on warm sand
Half naked
For all to judge
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 6:40 AM UTC
Who would have thought a bikini could make me smile a genuine smile?
I hate the way men stare at us
With eyes so bloodthirsty
We feel unsafe in our own skin
But here I am
Staring in the mirror
Alone
Comfortable
Ready to show the world
Is it hypocritical?
I guess
I’m just happy for once and don’t want my joy to run away
Is it vain of me
To like what I see?
Not my brain
Not my heart
My body
The thought of kissing
Touching
Feeling
Makes bile disgrace my throat
But I want to lay on warm sand
Half naked
For all to judge
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