freedom
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china doll
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Oct 2 18:12 UTC 2000 |
Her hair is long and silky,
with her face done up like a china doll.
She has long slender legs,
and perfect curves.
She walks by confidently,
her perfume invading my senses,
and looks at me with pity and disgust.
And here I stand,
covered head to toe in cloth.
Her eyes meet mine, and I smile politely,
and she only looks away.
Perhaps she is to good to smile at me.
I begin to walk up the sidewalk,
behing her at some distance.
I watch as men gaze at her,
they jest and smirl with one and another.
One calls"hey baby, where you going so fast"
The beauty only glares in their direction.
Some other guys cut in front of me walking,
and I can hear them saying,
"man..she has a nice ass.."
As they continue to talk about girls from the bar last night...
I only shake my head in shame.
I walk past the same men, and not a word is uttered.
For there is nothing for them to say.
This body is mine, and I protect it.
I cover it from their view,
and I am happy to not be the next man's desire.
I pity this girl, as beautiful as she is.
SOmeone has convinced here ther is a need to showit all off.
To buy fancy clothes, and sweet perfume,
so men will fancy her.
Beauty is in the eys of the beholder,
and whoever said this,
still remains true.
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