It's a weapon
I was told I need to cover
It's my body,
My soul,
And my laughter.
How could you look at me —your daughter —
And believe I'm trying to tempt my own brother ?
She says my body
Speaks too boldly
That I have to soften my edges,
Hide my hips,
and round out my corners.
Cutting down my legs
To look like less,
To not ******
Like you warned me,
Back when I was smaller.
But tell me,
How could you protect your sons
When you never learned
How to have a daughter?
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
It's a weapon
I was told I need to cover
It's my body,
My soul,
And my laughter.
How could you look at me —your daughter —
And believe I'm trying to tempt my own brother ?
She says my body
Speaks too boldly
That I have to soften my edges,
Hide my hips,
and round out my corners.
Cutting down my legs
To look like less,
To not ******
Like you warned me,
Back when I was smaller.
But tell me,
How could you protect your sons
When you never learned
How to have a daughter?
