Her Name is Not Slut

She was poorly dealt with. 
She was dealt with poorly. 
But we don’t see it... 

Because we are fixated on her clothes,
Her smell, seductive glare, her scandalous hair.

So she is labeled “slut” as she struts,
But she just wants someone to say she is pretty.

Our blinders are absurd. She slurred
And we mark her with terms that make us feel pure.

But don’t see it... the moment when
She was poorly dealt with.
She was dealt with poorly.

She puts a needle in her wrist. We twist
and squirm to avoid any type of friendship.

She laughs too loud, too much;
the drugs are the only hugs

She gets in the morning,
But for us it’s “how annoying!"

How offended we are.
“Sick. Gross. YUCK.” But she is stuck

In one day where...
She was poorly dealt with.
She was dealt with poorly.