be born

Only a child’s mind could understand

The all-consuming, all-enlightening

zip-zam-zablang feeling of

The first touch

 

First tongue bath

First confused hands

First “Should we be doing this?”

And the even greater first “Probably not,

But what the hell”

 

Your body mimes the

Fantasies of the mind, and

You wonder why

You’ve been alone all this time

 

Excitement turns into experiments

And the party-part of puberty

Finally pops in

 

Dan turns into Joey and Joey turns

Into Mickey and pretty soon

Your “boyfriends” are just an

After school activity

 

You’re a date maker and a

Heartbreaker, just like all

Those old men knew you

Would be

 

But you let your guard down

While swimming in the sea

And one of those worms has

A hook for your frown

 

Your body shows your emotion:

A motion love potion

Hoping that in return you’ll

Receive his endless devotion

 

But he gets tired of your hips

And the rip of the hook

Leaves scars on your lips

 

It’s the first time that sex

Doesn’t make you feel sexy

‘Cause all that time you thought

You were sharing

You actually should have spent

Less time caring

They say passion is hot

But modern taste says not

And the apathetic girls

Always seem to tie the knot

 

Then a fiery woman calls on you to fight

Ladies under the patriarchy unite!

There’s a sexual liberation and you’ve

Got an invitation to the greatest

Initiation of this generation

 

That’s right, get your cooch off

The couch.  We’re going fuck fishing

For feminism!

 

You jump on that bandwagon

Breaking the mold of what a

Woman should be

 

Who cares if you don’t know his name?

Sex is your game,

A sense of self worth is your name

 

Gotta get your fix,

No time to kiss

For that second of bliss

That’s yours not his

 

Yours not his is what you say

In your mind, in your heart

Each and every day

 

Not giving a fuck about

Who you fuck

‘Cause who you fuck

Was temporary anyway

 

And you’re in control

Riding down that hot shit

Hot dick, you’re proud

That you’re thick

 

And you’re strong because

You don’t feel and

It’s not real

And you know that he’ll

Be gone in the morning.

 

And just when you’re flying

You find yourself crying

On the dance floor

Because he wants more

 

And who are you, woman of

Today, to turn down a man

When you had him yesterday

 

So you do it ‘cause you’re

A chill girl, cool girl, “Sex

Is no big deal” girl

 

Just do what you do

Go numb while

He’s inside you

 

And the next day

Just laugh it off

Cause it’s either that

Or face the fact

 

That this female pact

This sexual empowerment act

Is nothing more

Than a way to distract

 

Distract you from seeing

What you’re afraid of being

The overly-attached, looking for a match,

Crazy in love human being

 

Doing the same as what men did for years

Shedding numb cum instead of

shedding tears

 

Sex is a defense mechanism against you

But when you made your feelings meaningless

You made yourself meaningless too

 

Why can’t a woman be sensitive and strong?

Sensitive and sexy and emotional and wrong?

 

Maybe a strong woman takes the liberty to feel.

 

Maybe she cares and curses and cries,

And still defies the stereotype

Virgin bride

Listening to what’s in her head instead

Of fleeing to someone’s bed.

 

Maybe a strong woman know she’s real.

 

But once you realize that it’s

Too late

‘Cause now you can’t even agree to a date

Worrying that your mate

Won’t want it slow

And you never learned how to say no.

 

Your misuse of yourself causes

Mistrust in yourself

And you’re stuck, dumbstruck

Not wanting to fuck

 

Trying to relearn how to own

Your emotion

Learning to listen to all that commotion

That goes on in your chest

Each time you undress

 

Learning over the course of one chaste year

Men aren’t an obstacle to beat

Or a villain to fear

 

Learning to say no when you want to say no

Learning to say yes when you want to say yes

 

Learning that doing whatever you feel

Doesn’t make your empowerment any less real.

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