Skirt

Short skirt, High heels, Breezy smile…
Cute, stylish, pretty
Slut, whore, hoe
Why am I defined by the clothes on my back?
What I wear is a statement yes, but it is NOT consent, no means no and yes means yes, if you presume to judge me on my looks then turn to a mirror and think…
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It is time to guess again
My short skirt and smile are NOT an open invitation, instigation, welcome sign for you
My sleeveless shirt is NOT asking to be pulled away and my jewelry isn’t an indicator of my willingness to sleep with you
My flouncy skirt flowing as I run, twirl, laugh, and smile is a show of my pride, my independence, my joy in life
My outfit isn’t me “asking for it” it is me saying “I AM me, this is MY body to do with as I please, and DAMN PROUD”
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If you think otherwise, bite me,
And kindly leave.

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