Porn Star Tits

When I was ten years old, a man on the internet

Told me I had porn star tits

I didn't know what that meant

But I knew he was getting off on it

So I wore a bikini top under my V-neck

Went to the mall to try on some makeup

Walked into GameStop looking for attention

But all I got was condescension

In seventh grade, I figured out

That my porn star tits are pretty powerful

They make boys be nice to me for a week

Then they trade that shit like Pokémon cards

Swapping my body with somebody else's

That's metrically hotter than mine

How can I, a seven, compete with all these nines?

(Dude, she thinks she's a seven)

Well, I guess I could steal their boyfriends

Or I guess I could go to church

I either play the whore or Madonna

And I'm not sure which one's worse

Bought a pack of Marlboro Reds

'Cause I saw on Tumblr that's a pretty girl cigarette

Smoked one thinking it made me look cool

Then I threw it all up in the girls' bathroom at school

And on the weekends

I show up to parties that I'm not invited to

Out of spite, I have a good attitude

Dance all night till I end up in someone's room

I say: I like the way you talk to me

He says: I like the way you look at me

Hey, by the way, if we sleep together

Tomorrow I'll act like I don't remember

And that's when it dawned on me

That my porn star tits are pretty good currency

For mediocre sex and a feeling of total fucking emptiness

I mean, didn't I ask for it a little bit

In some strange way, I kinda like it

That voice in my head telling me

Good girl, it's working, isn't it

Isn't it? Fuck!

If I have to feel so disembodied, the body better be bangin'

It's gotta be the type to get me a few likes

On Instagram and a DM that says: Slut