That whore
You know her
The girl everyone talks about
The one they all hate
The one they all want to fuck
But what do you really know about that whore
Did you know?
She hates herself?
She needs someone to tell her she's beautiful?
Cause she lost the love for herself years ago
She's trying to get his attention?
Cause the only time she gets it
Is when his hand is in her back pocket
But she's just a whore
A person for you to objectify
Cause the only thing, she, feels
Is a man down her throat
So since she's a whore
Let's ignore her crying
Let's call her those names
Slut, Thot and let's not forget whore!
Of course we're not being rude
We're just telling the truth
About the whore
YOU ARE READING
For The Hopeless Ones
PoetryPoetry -Warning to those who are triggered easily, this book contains mature and depressing content- Some of these poems describe experiences I have gone through and or am going through. I hope many of you can relate to some, and if you can not I ho...
