Call Me Slut

thirteen

Hi they call me slut,

For the way my hair curls behind my back,

or the way dresses drag gently across my skin like silk,

or the way my face likes the flavor of colors on my eyelids.

Hi they call me slut,

and every day is a new day for more hurt.

Hurt in the hallways,

hurt in the stalls,

hurt in my heart.

Hi they call me slut,

though because I look like one,

doesn't make me one. 

I want to soar into the limitless sky

and fall back to earth a new me.

I want to kiss the night breeze

and want the sunrise to caress my cheek

and tell me everything's okay.

I want the stars to say my name

and hug me tight into the deep darkness

with fingers running through my hair. 

Hi they call me slut,

and I want everything.

Everything good,

and pure,

and happy.

Everything isn't me.

Hi they call me slut,

and I declare

I'll be okay. 

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Its been nearly forever since I've updated Call Me Slut. I honestly was rereading all these poems and it made me feel something again. I don't know why I stopped. 

I just felt like writing this one more. And maybe a couple more in the near future. This makes me so happy to look back and see all these people becoming touched by my writing, frankly makes me so happy. 

Please keep on reading and enjoy! Check out my other works of poetry. I haven't gotten around to actually writing full stories on Wattpad yet, but have plenty elsewhere. 

Sincerely,

Neverrlands