(this isn't really a poem but it was too long for the quotes page)
Call me a s*ut. Call me a w*ore.
Call me whatever. Ive heard it
before. Say that I'm fake. Say
that I lie. Say what you want.
You wont see me cry, because I
know none of it's true, but calling
me all this sh*t, ha, what the h*ll
does that make you?
