Jasmine Ramos

Rookie (July 18 / Chicago)

Whore - Poem by Jasmine Ramos

I don't talk to you, you don't talk to me.
But that won't keep you from talking shit about me.
Spread that gossip like wild fire,
Tell everyone the lies and raise yourself higher.
I don't know what you've got against me,
But whatever it is - you're killing me.
Soon it's gone around almost the whole school;
Everyone thinks they know the horrible things I do.
But they've no idea - and the things you said aren't true.
Talk behind my back and whisper like I can't hear,
I'm not a fucking idiot and I have ears.
But go ahead and keep talking,
Keep spreading those lies.
Maybe I'll live up to your low expectations of me.
Maybe I'll do what you apparently expect of me.
Or maybe I'll do what I always do,
And write it out on my wrists for everyone to see;
WHORE.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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