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[quote=Anonymous][quote=Anonymous]FCPS is truly going downhill.

Excerpts from The Poet X: the other girls call me conceited. Ho. Thot. Fast.
When your body takes up more room than your voice
you are always the target of well-aimed rumors,
which is why I let my knuckles talk for me.
Which is why I learned to shrug when my name was replaced
by insults.

And I get all this attention from guys  but it’s like a sancocho of emotions.
This stew of mixed-up ingredients: partly flattered they think I’m attractive, partly scared they’re only interested in my ass and boobs, and a good measure of Mami-will-kill-me fear sprinkled on top.

Good girls don’t wear tampones. Are you still a virgin? Are you having relations?”
I didn’t know how to answer her, I could only cry. She shook her head and told me to skip church that day. Threw away the box of tampons, saying they were for cueros. That she would buy me pads. Said eleven was too young. That she would pray on my behalf.
I didn’t understand what she was saying. But I stopped crying. I licked at my split lip. I prayed for the bleeding to stop.

Yeah, no, my kid isn’t going to be reading this crap. This is so ridiculous. [/quote]

You want to ban Shakespeare too just to keep your views consistent right??

Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
Ophelia: No, my lord.
Hamlet: Did you think I meant country matters?
Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord.
Hamlet: That’s a fair thought to lie between maids’ legs.

Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

Mercutio: Now will he sit under a medlar tree
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
As maids call medlars when they laugh alone.
O Romeo, that she were! Oh, that she were
An open arse, and thou a poperin pear.

Iago: I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs

Sir Andrew: But it becomes me well enough, does ’t not?
Sir Toby Belch: Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I
hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs

My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones.
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.” – A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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