A random poem

Slut

Everyone looks at me like a mangy mutt

Did I act like a slut?

Did someone say I was a whore,

For getting up and walking out the door?

So I stood up for myself for once,

So that automatically makes me a dunce?

Let me ask you,

What would you do?

Sitting on the sofa,

Craving a soda

Next thing you know your lips are on his,

You realize what this feeling is

Thinking to yourself, “this can’t be true.”

Knowing your relationship is through

But you don’t care

As you run your fingers through his hair

Then you hear a door

What you were doing can be done no more

You can still taste his kiss

Just the thought of it, sudden bliss

You go to school the next day

Knowing what they’re going to say

Looking at you like you committed the ultimate crime,

Knowing what you did this time

Looking at you like a mangy mutt

Whispering,” she’s such a slut.”