A little late to the bandwagon
I never wanted to be here.
But the stigmas are suffocating
No one wants to be here.
But here we are,
So many of us
Glued in unity
For whatever it is that happened
That dulled the sparkle in our eyes.
Because of what we have between our thighs
And the certain lack respect for innocence.
Respect, space, support, dignity
The soul shattering vacancy of what should have been a given
Instead you’re just given excuses.
“We suspect this happened.” Was my only explanation
I always knew a little too much about sex
For someone who thought babies
Came from the belly button
Punished for hitting back
Cause boys will be boys
But it’s not lady like to hit back
Just take it like a good girl.
You can’t blame them for staring
You’re such a pretty girl
You’ve had a little too much tonight baby
Do you want to kiss me?
That’s just too bad
If only you weren’t too drunk to stop it.
A rite of passage
Every woman never wanted
You can see it in their dulled down eyes
As they stare at the ground
Quickening their pace as the men approach
To tell her how good she looks.
She braces herself out of habit,
Because you just never really know.
And then there comes the look
The pleading pain we all carry
The common glance, the universal stare
When you see it, you’ll know