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ENG: Creative Writing

  • stoofskeleton
  • Dec 16, 2025
  • 1 min read

They don’t blame the melon for being sweet


They don’t blame the strawberry for being juicy 


They blame the woman for being sexy. 


but she was only wearing a cardigan. 

over a tee shirt and some capris, 

even all her skirts fell well below her knees


still when her back was turned

grading papers on desks, a boy stands in jest

starts air humping the void behind her


and the other boys laugh, I realize

I am surrounded by them, and that solace

would not be found if I stood ground for this woman


They don’t blame the orange for being tangy


Boys aren’t made this way, people say

it must be the teacher, the groomer, the reaper, 

but she was only wearing a cardigan

 
 
 

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