Vivacious Hips
I didn't choose to be vivacious
I would take it back any day
These hips I grew into
were far more than my youth could chew
I remember daddies eyes
Before my hips put him
In compromising positions
They shined a glow
A glow my mother will never know
I would sit on his lap
I was his favorite little girl
Until my hips came
Daddy used my hips
To cum whenever he pleased
I was suffocating
While My mommy was surfing infomercials
tryna figure out what diet pills would work on me
Why couldn't I be small?
Not because it's the stereotypical move
But because these vivacious hips
are imprisoning me
he makes me hate my heritage
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