hi, i’m a slut


hi, i’m a slut. what? you can’t be surprised
when you’ve spent my entire life deciding woman equals sexualize,
in ninth grade a man told me i have good blow job eyes
hi, i’m a slut. but what does that mean i’m unclean, i’m less pure, i sleep around,
sure but isn’t that what you were begging for?
hi, i’m a slut. and science disagrees but let’s ignore anatomy and joke that my
vagina is wide enough to fit an entire football team or, even,
your narcissism but no one’s is big enough for that you think an orgasm for you is like oxygen
for me like when i am going down on you i’m actually
sucking up life retrieving my very soul from inside your stomach
and an orgasm for me is like—well, maybe. if you have time
and since you can’t see it it probably doesn’t exist anyway
i was probably faking it anyway, women don’t like sex anyway
you’re pretty sure the clitoris is just a myth
so when it comes to my pleasure no one really gives a shit
unless i can come like a man because then i’m a fetish or if i’m a virgin. that makes me a fetish
too but doesn’t that also mean i’m a prude
everything i do is an invitation for your condemnation
regardless of the angle of the delicate arch in my back
marked down on your scale from zero to loose and if i had learned anything that didn’t
have to do with how to make my hair fall daintily over my
breasts or how to make my lips softer and more like
a graveyard untouched and where grown men go when they
feel dead inside or how to make my aura more alluring, but
not too alluring that’s something a skank would do
i’d tell you that when two opposing forces meet they cancel
so it sounds to me like you just don’t want me to exist. i am raw meat in a slaughterhouse
packaged according to what you are hungry for that day
i am identified by my thighs and my moans and my sighs
even though you keep telling me i shouldn’t be making noise in the first place
keep your mouth shut unless i’m the one putting something in it
it’s funny, the same ones who cry whore the loudest
are the ones who are thirstiest for my blood and my love only starts to matter and
stops being make-believe, a fantasy when you’re watching lesbian porn
but they quickly discover that actually what they’ve been missing this whole time
is your cock you’re looking to “experiment” in the
same way i must be “experimenting” like a science fair where the prize for
equating my entire personhood to your dick is that you get two women who are disgusted
by how your breath reeks of desperation instead of just
one you’re damn right my body is a temple
i am the god it was built for i am the landlord
and i can let whoever i want live inside it hi, i’m a slut and no, that doesn’t mean
i am nothing but flesh to grab with your red stained hands
that you’ve sterilized with excuses in case i shout
so when i do you can tell everyone that hi, i’m a slut and no
and that doesn’t mean i am nothing but sweat and blow job eyes
hi, i’m a slut and no that doesn’t mean i am nothing but
the girl who was asking for it hi, i’m a slut and no,
and that doesn’t mean i am nothing

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