The clothes I wear


My body
so warm and so sweet
see skin peeking from my dress
wish you could get a piece
it's for me.
Not for you
didn't your mom teach you the rules?
I wear what I want
but you don't touch
that's not cool
it's for me.
this is mine
oppressed for generations
but this is where I draw the line
I wear what I do
just like you
and it's fine
it's for me.
and I'm human
not some article in some
worn out museum
it may be a bit revealing
may show too much skin
but I'll tell you once more
I'll tell you again
it's for me.

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