In the mist of nip slips
She says respect my body
Nothing left for imagination
What once was favorite mystery
Excites the masses and publicity
Sold her innocence and bought misery
In the name of freedom and equality
Now she asks what it all really means
Her naked image fulfills the fiends
The whole world watching
She shows everything
Top to bottom and all in between
To be loved was her only dream….
The Poet Q
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