Let them chat.
Let them talk.
They can't touch you.
Not with words,
not even their hands.
They stay below you.
Grasping at your ankles for mere validation
and I urge you to not give in.
Ignore them.
Let them call you whatever they want.
Be a bitch.
A bitch because you're too tired to smile at that perv that cat-called you.
A bitch because you told your Mother or Aunt that maybe she should worrying about her own hanging stomach.
A bitch for not bending over for an imbecile at some party
A bitch for telling that friend their addiction is getting out of hand
A bitch for calling in sick for that shift that you asked off anyways.
A bitch for sticking up for yourself.
Be the bitch,
The baddest bitch.
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PuisiPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
