Slut
I'm a Slut
You call me a slut because you don't like me
You don't like me because
I'm out spoken
I'm quick and funny
I'm smarter than you
I dress better than you
I act and hold myself better than you
I like myself
Or is it because
Boys like me for me
Not for sex (that I don't have with them)
I'm comfortable with who I am
The rumors aren't true
I regret nothing I've done
No matter what you've hear
No matter what you think you know
No matter what you hate me for
You can't hurt me with your lies
So if that's what it means to be a slut, then yes I'm a slut.
I'm a proud slut
I am me
But you don't know that because
You're too jealous
You've never talked to me
You're too weak to like yourself, so you hate others
If you'd get to know me you'd know who I am, what I am, and what I am not
But I don't care what you think because I'm a slut.
Those who know me, know me well all the rest can go to hell
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