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I'm the she...yes, I realize most of this is my fault, but it makes me sick. I thought I could trust them. There are some very anti-male things in here, and I know somewhere, out there, there must be at least one decent guy, but all that I have met (sans my own father, and I'm starting to question that) are all the same it seems. My brother is the only one I trust anymore...
Tight black shirt
A sleeved corset
Hugged, low-cropped
Over large breasts
A fashion statement
Like all the rest
Who would have dreamed
They'd stop the jest
An average day
Like any other
Medication exachange
So she'd feel better
Another headache
Causing unrest
So she took a yellow jacket
And a Hornets Nest
Who would have dreamed
Those she trusted
Would be the ones
To take advantage?
Left alone
With a kindergarten friend
And a boy who liked her
Both like all males in the end.
Too tired to think
Too dizzy to comprehend
Her lips were swollen
She couldn't fend
For herself at that moment
As they claimed her mouth
Each in turns
Before she passed out
But she clung to life
As Ken stepped in
Said back off
Like they were in kindergarten again
But he demanded a kiss
To pay him back
And too tired to think
She cut the slack
Then rode on home
Breast bruised
Mouth swollen
Realizing just then...
Deep inside
They were like all men
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