Dress Codes
my mother said
I like your skirt because it shows off your pretty legs that don't ever
end.
i wanted it to show off my favorite color.
a boy
called
me a
slut
because
he thought I dressed up for boys
to have sex with me
it was hot outside.
a girl told me
to Get some self respect,
whore
i told her I have that, thanks.
i told myself to
Fight like a girl.
These dress codes will be
gone
in my lifetime.
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