Me, Too

Some things change
You know,
After

You don't admit it at first
But you are different

You walk different
Flaunt your body
Stand up tall
As if to say
I am not for sale

But you also hide
Because you know
The thief roams in broad daylight
Looks you up and down
And takes what they please

Sometimes
When I am deciding
Whether or not I want to be brave
Stand up tall
Or Hide

I look up
Lock eyes with you
And know I'm not alone

I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about that.

 

 

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