HANDS ARE FOR RAISING IN CLASS.
I should have covered up
Objectified by my choice of dress
The general consensus isnt sure
I think that I deserved it
Certainly, I never said 'no'
I even liked it once or twice
I'd sell my reservation in heaven
For attention
Nobody would have felt
And I wouldn't have to experience
The guilt of being passive
I hide behind my baggy jeans
Wear boys' clothing to repel
Because maybe I truly did deserve it
And I follow their wavering cognitions
Yet, it is universally accepted
That he'll feel again