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Mar 2019
Words on my skin
Tightening of my throat
The words you shouted
And the things you spoke
Through your lens Iā€™m
An object
Dangling
Taunting
Inviting
But I am a woman
Not to be used
Or abused
I shed your words everyday
I wash them away
I am not yours to be looked at
Or yours to be swayed
So take the words you have
strangled me with
And wrap them around your own throat
Till you suffocate
Written by
Jen
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