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A short poem on objectification
I'm sick of being asked to have sex for money..i'm sick of the rumors that go around that ima prostitute..i'm sick of every guy only having one thing on their mind...i'm sick of the lack of moral standards in this world- and even in myself...how everyone things that human beings can be bought...
I originally wrote this poem on February 2009. I just found it today on a loose sheet of paper and tucked away in a text book.
I am not extremely happy with it, but I am pleased with it. I was going through some difficult patches at the time and now that I am a bit better; looking back I saw...