"Whatever her name is"
- Mahogany Smiles

- Nov 13, 2025
- 1 min read
I hope your daughter has someone to turn to, When her body is picked apart like chicken.
When boys lick their lips
At her forming breast.
I pray you're there
Explain that the bones place beneath her skin belong to her,
Not men,
Drooling mouths,
Wishing to suck her on her marrow.
I hope you tell her
As untouchable you always pray her to be,
There may be a day
She'll have to use her knee
Like a sledgehammer,
Tell her to keep mace and a box cutter when She's walking home,
At a friend's place,
or a grocery store parking lot.
If her thighs become appetizing
To her school teacher,
Teach her
Not to bite her tongue,


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