Not Allowed

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~Eliza Alderman

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How is this allowed?

That women have no relevance other than to be looked at by the crowd?

Your wandering eye is loud and offensive. Yet I cannot become defensive.

It's as if my body is an incentive.

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How is this allowed? 

To be showed off for one thing?

Like there is nothing more to me 

than my body. It's lonely.

I feel you upon me - sharp words

like thorns in our once beautiful

rose. How is this normal?