YOU CALL ME A WHORE
THAT PUTS ME OVER THE EDGE
YES I’M TIRED OF MYSELF TOO
TIRED OF ALWAYS LOOKING THIS GOOD
YES I’M A WHORE, YES I AM
YES I’M A WHORE, YES I AM
YES I’M A WHORE, YES I AM
I’M TIRED OF HOLDING THIS GUN
I JUST WANT TO SHOOT
BESIDES YOUR HEAD
WHATS MORE EFFECTIVE
CANT SHOOT A HEART
THAT WAS NEVER THERE
YES I’M A WHORE, YES I AM
YES I’M A WHORE, YES I AM
YES I’M A WHORE, YES I AM
W. HO
H. E
O. NCE
R. IDICULED
E. LOPED
YES I’M A WHORE, YES I AM
YES I’M A WHORE, YES I AM
YES I’M A WHORE, YES I AM
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Author:
Yael Olalde-Garcia (
Offline)
- Published: July 26th, 2025 02:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
Comments3
Powerful and raw this poem screams back the accusation over and over throwing it back as a weapon. We are all whores selling ourselves for money either at a job, in a relationship, for friends, votes, approval. Sex is just one way. A strong write
I don't need a whore .Thanks .
Powerful and angry write, returning that accusation with venom, nicely expressed and written
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