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Sorry

I'm sorry my bra strap is distracting you

I didn't know a piece of cloth could make me feel so bad

 

I'm so sorry my shoulders are too broad that they take your attention away from learning

 

I'm sorry my thighs catch your glimpse and then trap you in a trance 

I didn't know a part of my body was such a disgrace

 

My only apology is

I'm sorry for dressing comfy 

 

I didn't know the dress code required us to dress in a way where we feel bad about ourselves

 

Required us to we're itchy and stiff clothing

Clothing that makes us feel like a 50’s housewife And not make us feel like the empowering young women we are today

 

 

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