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Jul 2013
Let me break something down for you
Your cat calls and whistles leave me feeling cheap
and blue

No, they do not make me smile
Honestly, they make me feel quite vile

I was not put on this earth for your viewing pleasure
I am not some object that you have the right to just sit there and measure

Based off of what? My body? My face?
You are the reason I feel the need to carry mace

A woman's worth should not be determined by her appearance
How did this idea ever get clearance?

She is much more than what meets the eye
So next time you want to utter your lewd equivalent of a "hello" or a "hi"
Stop, and ask yourself "why?"
Claire E
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