My skin isn’t porcelain

But you treat it like it is

You cup my face

Like you hate to see it ever fall

I’d tell you that’s life

But I don’t think that would ever be life with you

I’m not weak

But protect me anyway

I’m not cold

Hold me anyway

If this what it means to be a woman

If this typical girlish behaviour

Than bring it on

I know what strength is know

Where it really resides

Don’t you dare unsex me

How would you call me your girl then?

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