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Jun 2020
All my childhood years, I wished
That I was barbie.
The prettiest doll you'd find in any store ,
If only I knew ,
I was a toy in your eyes ,
I would have wished for something different.

You think you're an artist ,
And my body your canvas
You think you paint me with dirt.
Shame.
A masterpiece that
will break me to pieces, eventually.

I am not just a blank canvas
Awaiting your ***** prints
I am my own masterpiece already.
I am women and my consent is the paintbrush.
Don't paint me until I ask.
Don't paint me until I ask.
Don't paint me until I ask.


I am an artwork ,different from anything you've seen before.
Smudges don't take away my beauty
It doesn't make me ***** or used
It increases my value.
You do not decrease my value when you touch me.

I was valuable
I am valuable
And I will forever remain valuable.
Poet Veins
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Poet Veins  18/F/outer space
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