You call me slut for hanging out with guys,

You call me bitch for speaking my mind.

You accuse me of having these flaws,

But they are really yours.

And you have no right to judge me,

Cause you don't really know me.

You don't know who I am,

You don't know what I want from life,

Or what I think,

Or how I feel 99%  of the time.

So shut your mouth,

Stop judging me,

And look at yourself,

Look at how you act,

Listen to how you speak,

And really,

Really see yourself for who you are.

Because YOU act worse than what you accuse me of.

The End

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