Poems...

Words

They are just words, 
I have to keep reminding myself
that they are just words. 
Skank, 
slut, 
whore, 
bitch, 
I've slept with less
than fifteen guys
but that doesn't matter, 
not to anyone. 
I tell people differently, 
because that's what people expect, 
especially from me. 
Especially how I dress. 
I dress how I dress
to feel confident, 
to feel good about myself, 
but others use words
and think they need 
to tell everyone their opinions on it. 
I don't dress up for you, 
I don't dress up for them. 
I do it for me. 
So what 
if I wear v cut shirts, 
and short shorts? 
So what? 
So what I slept with more
guys then you have, 
I never asked, 
and it does not make me a whore. 
So what? 
So what I wear makeup, 
so what I have a flirty personality, 
it does not make me a slut. 

And I have to keep reminding myself, 
that those are just words, 
that people say and believe 
about me because they 
don't know otherwise. 
Words they wouldn't say 
if they knew why I am the way I am, 
who I am not the person I pretend to be. 

Just words, 
just words, 
slut, 
whore, 
bitch, 
skank. 
These words do not define me, 
I don't write them across my skin anymore, 
I don't listen to when people say it, 
I don't tell people off, 
because they don't know better, 
and I don't want to show people the real me, 
because how can they accept me if they can't accept 
even that version?
let them believe what they believe, 
let them talk the way they want to, 
I just have to remember, 
they are Just words,
they are just words.