The c word

Make me feel ashamed like

����������� Dirty woman

Close your���� legs

Embarrassed by the nature of my body

����������� While you wag that thing between your thighs

Protected by obscuring jean folds

����������� And extolling catchphrases

Unlike

The something vulgar you call mine

Unlike

The sharp consonants that contradict

The soft curves of

My

Words I can�t even repeat

You throw around

And why if you want it so bad

Do you make her feel like

Dirty woman

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You�ve got half the population

Plagued by false impressions

Too insecure to call for insurrection

Too confused by the nature of selection

Why they feel like

����������� Dirty woman

����������������������� Close your legs

Embarrassed by the nature of their bodies

That you counter praise with that vulgar phrase

I can�t even repeat

 

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