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May 2017
Developing early in America is hard
A young woman with hips and *******  
you school becomes a hunting ground
"Sugar ****" yelled down the hall
Unwanted groping
Graduation

Now a woman
The calls on the street "how much for an hour"
I'm in a sun dress
Please stop
My voice now a whimper
Everyday
Every walk I take
Yell after yell

I'm sorry when you say
I miss your *****
It doesn't make me feel special
It doesn't make me laugh
It doesn't make me happy

I feel like meat
Grade A
Top choice
Marbled cut
I feel like ****.
I won't laugh
It's not funny
My body isn't a joke.
Written by
Wide eyed
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     Amory Caricia, D and Dream Fisher
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