Friday, April 11, 2014

A Poem For Spring



Don’t “hey” me out your car window
Don’t “hey” me by my short skirt, the curves of my bare legs
I am not dressed like this for you
The spring day and the celebration of fresh air on my skin drew me into this skirt and tube top
I never dress for you
I am not made beautiful for you
Don’t “hey” me
I am not your friend
Keep your lusty admiration to yourself