All those curves and thighs
I know they never ask
what's on your mind
Your face looks mean
but you're truly kind
You're just mad at all
These dirty eyes
Waiting for somebody
Who's worth your time
Nobody can tell what's on your mind
They just say you're stuck up
For not wanting to be
just somebody to touch
I can tell you're so much more
Than a pretty face with a nice waist
Let me get a taste of your mind
& make you feel for the very first time that you're worth more than a dime.
-Vonsensei
YOU ARE READING
For The Women Of My Generation.
PoetryThese poems are for the brave beautiful women of my generation, that are thriving to hold on to their character admits the degrading of their worth in today's society.
