"I do not dress for boys", I said
A blatant lie by me
I dressed not for boys, but one
The blinded one you see!


For long I dressed, I dressed for him
Smeared colors on my face,
A tiny, lil' place did I seek
Just a little above the rest.


Perhaps someday his roving eye
Would once settle on me,
Perhaps, there'd too be enchantment
In the way he looked at me

His eyes would fill with wonderment
His restless mind  at peace,
His hungry soul satisfied,
Simpy, at the sight of me.

"I do not dress for boys", I said
A blatant lie by me



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