A great poem about consent.
She might wear a tiny dress,
Trot around like a hot mess.
She might be the type
That’s all about the hype.
She might even have a drink,
Giving everybody something to think.
Bare skin isn’t an open invitation,
For narrow minds to jump to conclusions.
Her attire may not be by your books.
There’s more to a woman than how she looks.
No simply means no.
And that is all you vultures need to know.