Harrassment
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See the feathers glistening gold
See her eyes, so wise and old
Her young body disfigured and hurt
Several holes dotting her polks-dot shirt
Her shining soul pouring out of her chest
Their eyes trace my skin
Like fingers on a page.
Their words find my ear
With laughter coarse as sandpaper.
The whistles echo
In the din of the street,
And although I am surrounded
I was young and naive
I'd say I should have thought
But I did
I thought what he made me think
And I'd blame myself
But I really didn't know
He did, though
He knew what he said
I blamed myself
I really did
It had to be my fault
It couldn't be his
But I did nothing wrong
As a matter of fact
That's important to remember
I must tell myself that
You see us,
You judge us,
You categorize us,
You ostracize us,
You use us,
You ditch us,
You torment us,
You harass us,
You don't know us!
We are who we are.
You think you are being clever
you think you're funny
i mean i would too if i had that paycheck
that lack of money
I guess life puts us in these situations to test us
