I May Be A Disappointment But At Least I'm Still MeA Poem by Hope
I lose my keys on Firday nights
at houses I don't belong in and I lose my shoes tripping over boys praying to touch my skin I lose my brush in bathrooms with unfamiliar showers and I lose my stomach in bushes covered in sickening flowers I lose my temper with the woman who gave birth to me and I lose my virtue in a foreign bed to a boy who is twenty-three Between the two of us, I assure you I could never trade I may not please the others with my hair and my eyes and my grade-- But you've lost yourself to the system tasked to educate us and though it cost me my reputation I will never join the mindless
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