Him
Full lips Full hips
they taunt
they tease.
Floral shirts Flowy skirts
they whisper
they stare.
Why can't they see her?
Bright eyes toned thighs
they sneer
they mock.
Smooth skin dimpled chin
they gasp
they point.
Beauty grace charm life hope love strength honor courage
woman.
Bruised lips broken hips
they kick
they stomp.
But all they see is him.
Why can't they see her?
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