Becoming a Toy

If I showed too much 

That meant I was good enough


To be so little 

But then I am blamed for it, and that it’ll 

Be ok as long as I don’t talk about it

Told that “boys will be boys”

But no, my body isn’t something to enjoy 

I’m sick of suffocating on their empty words 

In a world where my body is no longer mine 

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