I'm a Slut

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I can't look him in the eye,

because I'm ashamed of the ones before him.

Were there ones before me? 

Of course,

But that is of little importance. 

I can't feel worthy,

when my number means so much.

The lips that met his before mine

mean nothing,

which leads me to this hunch.

I've been lead to believe I'm a

slut

whore

easy

because I gave into temptation

but when it is time for the boys

to have a turn,

is it the same situation? 

Oh, he's fucked her,

but gosh,

he's cute.

Oh, she's had sex?

I wouldn't even touch her.

They just give her a shoo.

Does that even seem fair?

that women are demonized 

for having an instance 

or a few

Of lust

We are only human,

goodness,

sex is a must. 

So I'm tired of these double standards,

Tired of being told I'm a slut,

if I kiss a boy,

or even a girl,

but if that's what it means to be doing what I want,

then fine,

I'm a slut.

 

 

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