I'm not sending 
Pictures of my ass
Or any other body parts

Stop requesting
And expecting
Selfies on demand

I'm not that woman

You've labelled my refusal
As a character flaw
And think me boring
Because of it 

Of your opinion
I couldn't give a shit

For posterity 
Here's a middle finger
You can fuck off to it

Not how I thought I’d use my first eff word in a poem, but a recent experience left me annoyed. I feel like the weird one out, and I’m alright with that.

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