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Hey, Boy

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Hey, Boy,
Look at my eyes when you talk to me.
You say you want me to help you study, yet
I see you looking at me,
Like I’m a piece of meat.
Hungry eyes following me
As I walk away.

Hey, Boy,
Why do I have to say, “Stop?”
How about you don’t start?
I don’t need your attention,
Your coy affection, your attraction
To make me feel good.

You see, I know who I am and
I like myself.

 

 

Last Updated on Wednesday, 27 February 2013 11:04  

Newsflash

The windows are both trimmed out in Amanda's room! They might not be perfect, but certainly good enough for Camp Littlemore. Given the challenge of trimming around both drywall and pine wainscoting on one of the windows, I think we did a fairly decent job.