"Slutty was the dress," they whispered with disdain,
Judging with eyes that couldn't contain.
But what they failed to see, behind the fabric's lace,
Was a woman empowered, with confidence and grace.

For in the choice of attire, lies not her worth,
But the freedom to express, to conquer the earth.
In a world of labels and societal norms,
She defies expectations, in her own forms.

So let them judge, let them stare,
For she wears her dress with flair.
Unapologetic, she strides with pride,
In the slutty dress, she cannot hide.

For it's not the clothes that define who she is,
But the strength within, the courage she wields.
So slutty or not, she'll wear what she please,
For in her own skin, she finds her release.

#poetry