To Soothe your Curiosity...

It’s my opinion,

no, fuck that

my responsibility to fill you in.

To soothe your burning curiosity.

Your mom,

You love her

but she’d discourage you regardless, right?

Even if it was the most amazing shit in the world.

She’s supposed to.

Your Dad.

Forget that.

He’d kill that bastard.

Your older brother would too.

Your man.

You crash into his arms when shit goes down

When your parents make you mad

When school is too hard

When you need to feel loved.

Your man.

He’s no prince charming, honey

regardless of what you think.

He don’t have a glass slipper-

and she sure as hell ain’t got you a ring.

It’ll be romantic

says the lips of a teenage girl

the same lips that kiss him

with the only consequence being that tingle.

Well, brace yourself, Princess

Here’s the truth.

There is no bed of rose petals,

no champagne,

no chocolate,

no pleasure.

It’s maybe five minutes of awkward penetration

that’s given it’s his first time as well.

It leaves you sore and bleeding and wishing you hadn’t.

It’s a fear of a baby you can’t take care of

you didn’t know how to use the condom right

and a relief it was a negative.

You didn’t know how you were gonna tell your mom.

It’s his pleasure,

you’ll realize that the first time

but you’re opinion is irrelevent,

if you want to keep him that is.

Once he gets it,

he expects it again.

So no white horses

no frilly dresses in the end.

Only the regret

that your virginity was given to him.