To The Boy Who Asked Me To Remove My Pubic Hair

You hide under the guise of a hero
And claim that I am without any flaw
But I now know you are a faux
When you said you preferred your pussy raw

I stood there puzzled at your strange request
Would I make myself as smooth as a child?
This boy acts as though he knows what is best
My mind began to be driven wild

I decided no, my body, my choice
No one else would dictate my own beauty
Instead, I love, I admire, I rejoice
I treasure each taint, even my booty

I then realised the problem was you
This female body stands mighty and true