I felt branded without meaning
Consumer chaos
At a loss under the neon lights
In the dusty shop window sits a notebook
My first hope book
And with courage I wrote my first rhyme
Tentatively showing the world
As a child I crawled under my first grade teachers long flowing dress
Innocent eyes staring up at a pantyhose covered butt
So far from the objectification
The sexism and smut
Now it's what we both can achieve
That turns me on
d.r
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