My Own Free Will My Choice
I don’t want you, don’t kid yourself
My Own Free Will My Choice
You board the bus, your eyes wander,
But let me stop you, no need to ponder.
I am a woman, strong and free,
Not your prize, so let me be.
Your gaze is loud, your presence lingers,
Keep your distance, mind your fingers.
This is my space, not your domain,
Sit elsewhere, spare me the strain.
Free will is mine, it’s not for barter,
You’re not the one, you’re not a starter.
Call it harsh, but here’s the key:
I’m not your type, and you’re not for me.
So take the hint, don’t make a fuss,
Choose another seat on this bus.
Respect is simple, easy, and fair
Look, but don’t touch; stay over there.
Also, I think you are a minger,
Look, there’s a wedding ring on my finger.
Be a good chap, sit next to that granny
She is the one with the smelly… goodbye.lol
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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