Hello swallows hope you are happy, healthy and doing well today I'm back here with yet another poem which I wrote a few days ago and it actually is of free words poem now to those who know what a free word poem is you guys might understand this one this poem is on the topic My my clothes are my choice at the shooting star she wished life, clothes, freedom and world should be her own so she stared at from the lusty eyes with no fault by her sight the defeating screams of her silence must have been too loud to be heard when no one stood for her she decided to end the story there is no story without an ending but those with the choice of clothes are forced to be destroyed Good girls don't wear revealing clothes but since when did we start using the revealing type tag her my, my, my, my, my my my my my clothes are my choice completely dark out there her choices of dudes were not hers anymore and to those that never happened were really cool to care when she was brutally ravaged it was not because of her clothes justice must have been her ultimate goal save me and punish those who dare must have been the last words of the victim zone let all of things that happen with girls or we should say with the community these days thank you