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Boys Are Stupid (Skyra Francesca Rideaux-Lafayette, LA)



You think you can just have me the way you need me
but you don’t see me,
you compartmentalize me
you strip me with your indifference
you make love to me with your
inability to say
you want me
your feet walk away from me every time
I wear jeans with no panties
my power is wrapped up in you
and I want that shit back
your neglect has stained my soul with
black flecks of insecurity
don’t show me off to the world
only to introduce me by my first name
I am more than that
my sex is more than your hesitance
to kiss me
you strip me with your indifference
you lie to me with every date that ends in a perfunctory hug
I want more
I want you
to want
to want me
I am enough
my lov-, like for you is enough
our bodies moving together in the same car
traveling down the same lonely highway
Is enough
for us
to start
but your constant state of stationary
is pissing off my attraction
wearing down my horny obsession
for your lips to stroke mine
if you cant respect my power
then stop telling me you need me everytime you say yes
everytime you come around
everytime your eyes flirt with mine
everytime you see me say I lov- , like you
and close your eyes and shut your ears you abuse my power
so
STOP
stop saying you lov-
like me too
because im starting to believe you
give me back
me
all of me
to give to someone who wants
me
all of me
all… of …me
because although how you feel about me
has nothing to do
with how I feel about you
I will still walk away with missing pieces


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