Whore? Nope!

Someone just called her a whore,

And that was not new,

For she had heard it a lot many times,

Mouthed by people all around her.

 

Yes, she was a whore,

But what made her become so?

She would have never dreamt,

Of becoming one, ever!

 

Her childhood would have been,

Just like yours and mine,

With Princes to dance with,

And Pirates to dread about.

 

When she was first branded,

By the filthy society,

It would have hurt her,

Deep agony burning her heart.

 

But she alone knows her story,

Of her abuses and harassment,

From everyone around,

With none to support.

 

She is a girl,

Don’t brand her a whore,

For she has the same heart as yours,

And it would hurt, as it does to you!

 

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