Why does a man’s love always involve such degradation?
Condemn me for wanting
Even as you exert your will over me
Standing over me in cement shoes
You might as well fill my mouth up with dirt right now
Bury me body and soul
Dig me up when you want to use me again
I’ve been mistreated the day I exchanged my girl’s clothes for that of a woman’s
But I still scamper with insecurely and all I wanted was what was posted on a backstreet boys poster
The boys would undo my bra through my clothes and try and get rocks where I would have to delve in deep
And blush as I cried
This not at all how I envisioned my youth
Barely thirteen dreaming of being sweet sixteen.
I read Anne Frank that same year
Fed my curiosity for my own body and being
I felt the connection through and through
And so I still hope to say to someone “stimulate my soul,
If you want no boundaries between us then knock them down with me.
Look me in the eyes because time’s the only love potion
Patience the only passion potion”
I can feel the eyes rolling already
But if it all means nothing, than I also am nothing
Some girls, I guess are inherently dirty and the rest us must be scraps.