I May Be A Disappointment But At Least I'm Still Me

I lose my keys on Firday nights

at houses I don't belong in

and 

I lose my shoes tripping over

boys praying to touch my skin

I lose my brush in bathrooms 

with unfamiliar showers

and

I lose my stomach in bushes

covered in sickening flowers

I lose my temper with the woman

who gave birth to me

and

I lose my virtue in a foreign bed

to a boy who is twenty-three

Between the two of us,

I assure you I could never trade

I may not please the others with

my hair and my eyes and my grade--

But you've lost yourself to

the system tasked to educate us

and

though it cost me my reputation

I will never join the mindless

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[SmittyJas]

I'm not disappointed in you I will only send up my best Prayers Great writings.