Whore

They say I am a whore.
So it must be true.
I started my own war.
This is nothing new.

They say I am a whore.
I must be a liar.
For saying he threw me on the floor.
I would have told someone if it was dire.

They say I am a whore.
Because I said no.
I got what was in store.
I put on a show.

They say I am a whore.
I couldn’t have this baby.
I chose a life with more.
It is my body, no maybe.

They say I am a whore.
The people who do not know me.
They have cut me to the core.
Why can’t they let me be.

They say I am a whore.
For choosing my life.
But I chose to close that door.
So I no longer need to strife.

You say I am a whore.
But that is your opinion.
You do not know my war.
You cannot see within.
Dwell on your own sin.

Published by hbcatherine91

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