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Dec 2013
her mini skirt covers just over half her ***
her spiked red stilettos elongate her legs
her netted crop top shows off her recently pierced belly button

she wears a high pony tail to show the nape of her neck
heavy gold earrings to make her ice blue eyes pop
bright red lipstick so her smile becomes iridescent
and a long necklace with a heart pendent right where her cleavage begins

she struts around the streets
over confident
she lays on the public bathroom floor
with tears staining her face

people laugh and call her names
guys are interested
for a limited amount of time
thats how it always goes

girls never fully accepted her
so she turned to guys
that was her only option
i mean it had to be

but the girls who stare and point
are jealous
and for some reason
the class ****
makes them insecure

so one by one
each girls tries to pull her down

in public she doesn't let it affect her
she laughs with them, smiles when they cringe
but alone
when no one is around

piece by piece she tears herself down

but don't worry
because she's just the ****
as if an article of clothing has enough power to dehumanize her

"you
      are
            just
               a
                 worthless
                                 *****"
she would whisper to herself
as she slowly fell to the ground
in defeat
eliza bonnet
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eliza bonnet
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