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Poetry: Bitter Poetry
So I'm a Slut
by Barbie

Is something wrong with me?
Why do I do these things

I know its wrong but I don’t care
I keep on messing up and making mistakes

My parents have a loving marriage
I didn’t learn from watching them
I never felt neglected by either
So why do I need attention from men?

I mean its not that bad that I want to be loved
But I get enough love from my family and friends
Why would I need more it doesn’t make sense
I guess I wont ever understand

I don’t feel guilty during or after
I’m just ashamed when people know
People can be cruel
They call me slut or whore or hoe

I’ll get blamed, so I'm a slut
My partner in crime wasn’t even there
I was by myself while in that car
Well he was there but no one cares

They tell others under their breath
All they want to know is what I did
What they’ve heard which prolly isn’t even true
But again no one cares, they have no life, they’re stupid

Like I said it’s not the deed that shames me
Its simply quite enjoyable
Each time I sin I think recklessly
That no will know and this guys too humble

I think that’s what’s wrong with me
I don’t think about what will happen after
Will I change someday?
Or keep on and put a front up with laughter

Cause that’s just what I do
I laugh it off each time someone hurts me with words
Sometimes I want to scream and swear at the loser who insults me
But I just figure I don’t need to earn respect from nerds

So I just keep on sinning
Pretending I don’t care what people believe
I just keep on hurting
Inside each time someone ridicules me

 
 
 
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