I am
You look at my belly,
then look down on me.
You call me a slut, floozy,
loose, and so much more.
No one understands the
fact of me never knowing what
love is.
Love did nothing for me.
It used me,
abused me,
lied to me.
It's what led me to my belly.
It's what led me to having no one in my corner.
Don't end up like me.
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