Why do the boys like us so? Can you answer me that? Why do they break their backs just to get a better look, why do they call after us without realizing there's a brain, heart, blood and bones behind this silky skin. Why do they lose themselves staring at two balls of fat on my chest, why do they take pride in knowing they got inside me first. This isn't a race, my vagina isn't the finish line and my virginity isn't the prize. Hollering on a street corner isn't going to get you laid, stop whistling. If you have nothing to say, then be quiet. We aren't dogs. If I happen to walk past you and I'm wearing tight jeans, that is not an invitation to touch me. Please control yourself. It doesn't do anyone any good.