Whore
Whore is what they call me
whore is who they see
whore is what they know
But a whore is not who I am
I am a human with emotions
my emotions are as deep as the ocean
the ocean is blue like my tears
tears from my eyes that are dark
dark like the midnight sky
when the sky moves it dances like a ballerina in pain
pain is what you give me when you call me a whore
so when you call me a whore….
Stop
Think
Listen
Learn
Who I truly am.
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