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anger from a young woman who had it all until it was taken away
you with your sly shifty eyes rolling up and down my body.
just because i have a little less soul hidden in my eyes
-a little more trembling in my thighs.
because i have a fearful habit of biting my lips
and someone had the ability to spark danger into my hips
and you can't fucking seem to find yourself looking above the fullness of my breasts
--- i have yet to find your right to look at me this way.
do you ever stop to wonder maybe
if the body had a mother or a father?
maybe a really big brother?
do you ever wonder where she sleeps at night?
and whether it's under the watchful eye of Jesus in her bedroom?
do you ever wonder how she gets away from guys like you?
whether it is simply the use of well placed words or kicking and screaming?
and when you are thinking about how nice she would taste,
do you notice how careful she is to cover the scars up and down her arms?
and when you move in for the attack,
do you watch as she wipes tears away from her face
hoping for once that she won't have to scratch again
and that you'll avert your eyes
to let her win.
and when you are done not thinking of all of this,
remember that she's been through it all before
and you are no different than him.
and just because she let him get away
gives you no cause to believe you deserve the same.
he was lucky.
you'll be dead.
