Lacy Black Underwear
THIS ISNT MINE BTW ITS FROM 13 REASONS WHY.
I CANT REMEMBER IT ALL SO I JUST CHANGED SOME WORDS.
AND ADDED MY OWN.
Today I am wearing lacy black underwear
Just for the soul purpose of knowing i'm wearing them.
I have miles and miles of skin.
Touched, bruised, scarred, untouched, clean, hairy, smooth
And it's just for me. No one can see my skin unless I let them.
But this is untrue isn't it?
I have been forced before. how young I was.
I feel most sorry for her because she was also so young.
How did she know how to touch me and where
Who had done it to her?
This poem is about:
Me