Another Reason Why He's Better Than You
If consent were a key
I would have lost it
a long, long time ago.
There is not a moment
I don’t hate you
for taking that away the first moment you could.
The funny thing is
I really don’t hate you
I don’t hate anybody.
If consent were a light
it would have gone out for me
the second I was labeled as "yours"
You can call me a bitch
you can call me fat
you can call me all the things you do
But now if consent were a gun
it would be left smoking
and your pride would be left lifeless on the floor.
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