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Don't stare at my a**
Don't glance down at my tits while you pass
Don't yell out jeers
From your mouth that stinks of injustice mixed with beer
Don't act like I owe you
For something you yelled at me out of the blue
I'm not a piece of property for you to admire
I have dreams beyond sexualizing myself in which I aspire






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