Slutty, Whore, Bitch
Damn, It must be the time of the month
She is crazy
Why is she overthinking?
She looks better without makeup
As women,
We strive for perfection
We strive because that is whats labeled of us
We are to be beautiful
We are suppose to look a specific way
To make who happy?
Me?
You?
Men?
Who are we impressing?
Whats the big picture?
Why is it a competition?
Why do we have to better then that "other girl?"
We are who we are.
There is no need to change
Why is there
What influence do they have on you?
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Week
PoetryThis is a poem to reflect on each week with a different subject. I might add more and less depending on how I feel.
