My body is a temple. That’s what my church camp told me
But the first time I gave my body away it felt like a prize
That guy wanted me but I didn’t want to give myself away
It felt as if he won me and was taking his prize home
After that my body was a prize for every man who came across my drunk self
Even if I was lifeless they took me
Over and over they took sex as nothing
And now I am useless
Because no one wants me
Even if it’s just my body
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Comments1
this starkly worded, defiance
to society's, most depraved ideology
should be a necessary read
to every child, on the cusp of adulthood;
I have always found the notion
of sex, warped into a doing-to - act
as the most
macabre betrayal of ourselves,
as People..
why is there this flawed assumption
that the act of sex, necessitates
one person, relinquishing
and the other - taking?
by what measure?
because one has a higher libido
than the other?
that's just complete, bull sh't!
two people, Choose
to interact, in an act
of their mutual attraction's
physical expression,
Both agree - willingly.
But, the old farts
want to vilify this freedom
we have been granted, by Nature.
Word it,
so its something shameful
instead
of teaching our children
how
to enjoy and respect this gift,
we're convinced
its something
to hide
a sinister act, that demeans
our capacity
for virtue and righteousness.
(Dear poet,
although I may be a complete stranger
and these words, are arriving
in your life, too late
please, know
You: are not at fault
for how you've been Made, to feel'
Own your Body
Own your Sexuality
Own your Independence
Own: your Life!)
thank you for sharing
and I apologise, in advance
if you find any offense
with my rather overzealous reply
in my own foolish way,
I meant well, sincerely
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