When I wear shorts,
My legs are not yours to observe,
I am not a doll;
I aim to please myself, not you,
When I wear a bikini,
Or,
Even a costume,
It's for the pleasure of feeling the sun
on my skin,
And,
The water at my feet,
I don't wear it for you to oggle me like I am food,
When I choose a dress,
Whether low neckline or,
Above the knee;
I wear it to please me,
Not to feed your eyes,
And finally;
Don't tell me who my friends should be,
Or roast that man for talking to me,
I love you,
Though I am not owned;
I never will be.
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