text: I am not sexy, I am not pretty. I am ridiculed by you and your peers. If you do not like me, why must you continue to keep me around? I do not cling to you too tightly, as a matter of fact, I rarely even see you. I am always honest, and I bring out the real you, whilst your other friends shape and shift you to the point the real you is unrecognizable. I try my best not to stand out and you try to hide me from the world. If people see us together, they may laugh, they may judge, they may show hatred, but I love you and never get to express it. I dress bland to perfectly counteract your beautiful style, even though our time together may be brief. It may be taboo, but I don’t care. I love you, and our relationship will always be able to rekindle, whenever that next time may be. You push me to the back, but I always will be there when you need me. I am happy to call you my woman, and you should not be ashamed, to admit you wear laundry day panties.