Belissimorte

Catherine, Kaley, or Carol. She has a name- use it. B*tch, prude, slut. Don’t call her that. Adjectives-turned-nouns, Tailored, one size fits all, For every girl To ruin her self-esteem. "B*tch. Prude. Slut." Take your pick, All will cripple her. Words so full of malice Have lost all true meaning When flung at every, unsuspecting Woman. Her watery eyes widen At the expected, undeserved remark. Her cheeks redden beyond her blush As she denies the insult. But the damage is done. And when the rest of the day is forgotten, A single word remains in her conscious To haunt her as she sleeps. Don’t call her that. Sh