Them.

They made fun of me. My accent, my sharp nose, my facial hair, and even my mother.

They made fun of me because I was more fluent in my mother tongue than English.

I can still hear their laughter.

I can vividly remember them mocking me when I asked something.

But everything changed one day when I put on my crown.

The day I knew my worth. The day their laughter changed to some unrhythmic noise.

I am not a victim. I am a symbol of perseverance.

I have become more than them but I don’t laugh at them. I pity them.

Cheers

Cheers to all the girls!

Who fell for words

fell for guys that had the sweetest things to say

Cheers to all the girls!

who believed him when he said that he cared about you

Cheers to all the girls!

Who gave themselves to this guy,

Their safe place, their home

Who became a monster after he was done

Cheers to all the girls!

Who let a fuckboy take a part of them,

Cheers to all the girls!

Who survived the rumors that motherfucker spread,

Cheers to all the sluts,

Who hoped that he would be dead.

And now,

He is dead.