Because she had more flesh,
And didn't show much of her flesh,
You thought it was okay to judge.
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Misunderstood
PoetryYou could hear it all... The sweet rhythm she made with her violin The banging of the stick to the drums The sound that came were hiccups and screams What happened to them.
Thirty three
Because she had more flesh,
And didn't show much of her flesh,
You thought it was okay to judge.
