Do not.

This is an unfinished poem that I have based on my experience and observations of what females are told by their loved ones or strangers even.

Do not wear those high-heeled,

clumsy, impractical, pencil-looking things that 

makes your butt stick out, your b***s stick out and 

it makes you stand out (all the wise girls have stopped wearing them) 

You would not be able to run. Run,

if they try to do something 

Do not worry my sharp, piercing, pencil-looking things that

make my butt stick out, my b***s stick out and

make me stand out can also stick eyes, tongue and hair out. 

Do not worry.

Author's Note

I am not at all satisfied with the diction of this poem and I might delete it later for that reason. So, I welcome your criticisms and comments; please do leave one.