Oh, the male gaze
And its toxic attention
Is teaching the ways
Of the worth of each mention
The art of being beautiful
Lovely and pretty
To never look dull
Make them wish they were with me
She rolls up her skirt
And fixes her hair
Ignores all the hurt
While she hopes they will stare
Oh, the male gaze
Sit still and look hot
It teaches the ways
Of being someone you're not
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PoetrySelf-written poems about my everyday feelings and thoughts to which some of you might relate.
