They told me that sex is a currency
You do not give it up until they put a ring on it.
They erected a pedestal and crowned it with virginity
Every guy wants to marry a virgin, they said
They cemented it with fear because pregnancy is the worst thing that could happen to you
So when I hit
- I went outside and cried myself a river
Carry me home, because this is me, losing direction
Straying from everything I was taught
And it did not even feel good!
- Maybe. May be this is it.
Happily, ever. After. Noon.
Day he left.
- I left
- This is love. Words are broken, they cannot begin to cover everything we are
Worlds are broken, this happiness transcends time
Works are broken, I did not need to earn his love
I am broken why can I not stay?
- I can’t stop crying.
I’ve been walking in a straight line but I am still at the same point
Maybe it’s time to admit that it was a circle all along
And circle is a funny word,
It rhymes with cycle and I had missed mine
This is a self-fulfilling prophecy
Who hurt you?
Circle back to the top…
- They told me that sex is a currency
Do not give it up until they put a ring on it
But they did not tell me what to do when that choice was not mine to make
Where were you?
Where were you when he stripped my dignity with every clothe he took off
And took off
Where were you?
When this is the song I knew for months
When it played in the quiet and plays still as I sit quiet
They told me
Every man wants to marry a virgin
Who will marry me?
So when you pray for me to get a husband
Pray for yourself
Because you are the problem
And I blame you!
I know you mean well, but when you try to bring up your child by lying to them, consider the burden you heap on them. That damage could be so bad it shadows the lesson.