The gap between your legs that is so sweet
Unless you don't have it
Then you are treated like ****

Talk to a boy
And it will seem like you open your legs for the world
Treated like a non-******
Just cause you like a boy

The part of you
That people will love
Or hate
Or sometimes only you will hate

Judged by what clothes you wear
Or how short it is
Cause god knows
Thighs are ****
Show a bit to much
And you will turn all the boys on

So you hide them
Under long shirts and baggy pants
Cause your thighs hit in the middle
Rub ever so slightly
No gap in sight
And you hate that