Sorry, not sorryA Poem by Ariya
You call me a P***y
No, I won't be offended Though you think you belittled me; You call me a P***y No, I won't argue Though you think you supressed me; Since the age of fourteen I bled, every month, To bring a new Life From the place You call p***y And you think That word Would bother me Sorry, I am not offended. © 2017 Ariya |
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Added on September 25, 2017Last Updated on September 25, 2017 Author
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