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.
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.