What Guys Do To Me By: Shawnacee Marshall If I were a rose, Guys would be the thorns that Would make me cut my friends hands. If I were a dog, Guys would be the rabies That would make me turn on my friends And chase and bite them. If I were a friendly cat, Guys would make me turn evil And hiss, scratch and bite at my friends. If I were a knife, Guys would be the ones who Pick me up and force me to kill My friends just for them. If I were a single young girl, Guys would be the ones to Force me to become complicated And hurt my friends with evil words and stares. Most of all, when I am me, This is what guys do to me. Return to Submitted Poetry |