Words dont mean, people mean
‘slut’ can be a beautiful term to express stress of shame
‘two faced cunt’ can be a form of anger expression
‘whore’ it is baffling the actual amount of time young girls shout that to the mirror
there’s no such thing as a whore, there’s no such thing as a slut
but there is.
slut is the feeling you get when you walk down the pavement in your new dress and a man whistles.
whore is the relazation that hits when there’s a girl that devotes her life to the guy who swear upon the stars on you.
bitch is when u stare down at yourself thinking all the things you wanna say to her over a football playing prom king.
when I write, my mom would tell me
“dont curse in them, it’ll degrade your work”
how do i tell her that there’s times where you can’t elaborate in “mean person”, “I dont like them”, “I dont like me”
sometimes a backstabbing gut wrenching bitch is needed.
words dont mean, people do
sometimes pretty isn’t even pretty to what the eye know anymore, not when they grit their teeth and bat their eye lash
love isn’t love anymore not even when it lights up your darkest nights
forever isn’t forever anymore though you’ve dance barefoot in the newyork asphalt with cliche 1975 music blasting
words aren’t mean, people are.
EXPLICIT!
I don’t like calling my art poems though much might say so, I never think that my silly little writings are ever good enough to be called “art” I always thought that, that would make actual poets felt invalidated. But if art is whatever the artist thinks is, then I’d like to think that this is art.
