i walk out of the door, fully dressed.
The men on the street stare at my bare flesh,
beneath my clothes.
i train my eyes ahead, chin held high.
Their leers force me to look down.
my strappy heels, mother gifted them to a Lady.
The white skin beneath symbolises i am a whore.
i am made for love, but my doleful eyes
Bring out the lust.
TheHyperteen 
Boldly accepting ourselves. With less words it could have been a Haiku.
LikeLike
I am trying so hard to write haikus. No success though 😦
LikeLike