How Boys View Me
Am I nothing more than just a pretty face?
Boys talkin' bout I got nice legs.
Big breasts.
Nice ass.
Never do they talk about how creative I am.
How smart.
How kind I am....
To them I am just a sex symbol.
Someone they can fuck and then leave.
Why do they treat me like I'm not worth their time?
And how can I let myself be disrespected like this?
I know I'm worth more than this
Or at least I think I am...
This poem is about:
Me
My community