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

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