!WARNING! This poem may be offensive to some people. And it has some cursing involved, so if you're not comfortable with that I advise you to skip this poem and just wait for the next one.
If you're still reading... Well I don't know why you would do that, but enjoy.
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You looked at him in a way
That just screamed Slut.
The things you say
Have an undertone of Slut.
You touched him
You Slut!
You laughed with him
What a little Slut!
You smiled at him
What a horny Slut!
You fucking dared to see him
You can't help yourself, you Slut!
He called you over to talk?
You were probably eye-fucking him, Slut
He talked to you?
You were probably being a Slut.
You walked away from him.
You just think he'll run after a Slut.
I can't look at a guy,
I can't talk to a guy,
I can't walk with a guy
Without being called a Slut.
I hate it.
I hate that I can't be friends with a guy
Cause others think I wanna fuck.
I hate that I can't joke with a guy
Cause others will say I'm just thirsty.
I'm sick of it.
I give up.
You win.
I'll walk away
And won't look up
I'll be in shame
No matter what
You broke me
And you took my friendships with you.
Written - 31.07.2019.
Published - 02.08.2019.
A/N
Hello, once again. So I wrote this poem feeling pretty mad. And given the strong emotions it isn't full of rhymes like the others. Sorry about that.
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