society tells me
i have to label the bodies
that i have collected
over the years
to determine if i am
a slut
or a prude
my body count does not matter
i will still be labeled as
a whore
in the eyes of society
because i allowed myself to get assaulted
at fourteen years old
because i didn't fight enough
because i said yes
after being asked 30 times
in a row
i am
society's number one whore
simply because
victims dont exist
because we are taught
from the ages of five
what to wear and how to fight
instead of teaching little boys
that no means no
and there is no negotiation
i guess since
i learned how to not get raped
that i am not a victim
i am simply a whore
who led a man on
by wearing a shirt
that was a little too low
and deserved what i got:
raped
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The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
