Slut

 

You know I can hear you whispering

Did you expect me to care?

Guess what, it’s all true

The rumors about Shannon and I

In the school bathroom

What? Did you think I was ashamed?

Ask me anything, I don't care

The slutty friend; guess that's who I am

Don't look so surprised,

With large breasts and low self esteem

What else am I expected to do with my life?

 

Want to read my little black book?

It may make you blush

After all the times you told me I’d end up alone

Telling me I’m useless

Well I found a use

People use me

Because for a few minutes I feel pretty

But none of these men or women

Have taken any part of me

To them, I’m just another notch on their bedpost

But to me, I am wanted

I was wanted, at least for a little while

by someone

 

I am a slut

And I am not ashamed

I am a smart, strong, independent woman

And I am not ashamed

I have a brain, I have a libido

My opinions and hickeys don’t make me less of a person

If you’ve got a problem with me

Congratulations, I don't care

Slut: such an ugly word

Sounds like someone coughing up mucus

And spitting it onto a pile of trash

Or is that how you see me?

Disposable, replaceable, meaningless trash

Look me in the eye and tell me

You see women as your equal

When you’re calling him a playa

But you refer to me

As

Slut

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