Slut on a Sunday
A turtle neck and sweaters with glitter on my cheeks black jeans and red Converses a brush of mascara and swipe of eyeliner just sprits of vanilla and I'm done wrapped in fall
I'm feeling pretty so I go talk to my mother conversations and laughter when incomes a deity and asked where I'm going nowhere comes to mind but they don't believe me to them i said im going to sneak of and fuck everyone i see
you touch my chest to see you if my boobs are padded when it's not and I've already said so and so have my mom degrading my fully clothed body can you touch my waist to see if I have underwear on and I don't because you don't know me and my female body and why I can't so I'll sit as you lecture me and not so subtly call me sluts and whores saying I'm giving myself out to everyone at school not to mention in 17 years old in a wheelchair and don't forget introverted and shy with social anxiety I got dressed so pretty and to get into the spirit of fall instead got sluts on a Sunday