Lucy Baby VII
VII.
It was getting cold.
And rainy.
And just gross outside.
The rain
Would soak into the cardboard box
And then never really dry.
My pants were always wet
In the wrong places
And people thought
I was more disgusting then they did before.
Look at her
They would whisper,
She even forgot how to relieve herself.
Look at her.
Boys would laugh at me.
Younger boys,
Older boys.
All I’ve ever wanted
Was to be noticed
By boys
Just like these ones.
I never imagined
This.
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