Justice Rylee

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.