Bumblebee Bitches. (Poem)

Friendship Necklace, Days when we were breast-less.
Flipping into pools, the only way to make us breathless.
Save your words, they're all respect-less.
But the issue I have,
the one that makes me restless
is what happened friendship being Sexless?
Now Stop.
Let's sit,
Take a second.
Now lets think:
When we were the happiest,
none of it involved this sappy shit.
Life was all about a ball
and how hard you could hit.
Not about how many bitches touched your dick
or all the tits you say you tricked.
What happened to the butterflies?
Fireworks in your eyes,
beaming bursts of energy that started deep inside,
looking at the clouds with race-less zebra skies.
Don't blame puberty for your demise,
nothing has to do with size,
just try and pretend you're a girl
looking through your sisters eyes,
hearing the cat calls
because with everyone I hear,
I wanna cry.
Each and every howl I feel a piece of my beauty die.
But all I ask of you,
is when you look at a girl,
do you still get butterflies?