What is a slut?
She that bares her skin to the sun and wind- is she a slut?
She that gives her body to too many because she is afraid to give her heart- is she a slut?
She that defies the monolithic scream of her peers, society's shriek of judgement...
She that wears jewels and baubles in her face like stars in the nighttime sky...
She that walks with her head high and believes herself beautiful...
Is she a slut?
But what about she that watches these women pass through narrowed eyes, measuring their worth with the length of their hemlines?
What about She that must build her castle upon a mound of hearts she broke?
What about she that prays to a Lord she does not believe, in His halls that she does not revere, so that she may walk above others?
What about she whose unmarked skin masks a soul rent with blackness?
Whose smile is like the heavens themselves opened up.
Whose teachers adore her.
Whose finger wears a shiny ring she believes to hold her honor.
Is she an angel?
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