If she likes sex too much, she's obviously a slut
She's never been touched? Behold the fear of tainting her
You'll break her fragileness for she's still so dainty and cute
Pure as the freshly fallen snow
Though you'll find some turned on by this making it her problem
Those pearly gates become locked to her they'll say
There's no way she'll be let in now
Never will she find true happiness once it's taken
And her new husband, well he can't have EVERYTHING
So he'll be found down the street at the bar
So why should a woman pray when humanity has judged her this way
If she says, "I can't wait to be a mother!"
They'll judge and say she's too young to know what she wants
If she says, "I don't wanna be a mother."
They'll judge and say she'll change her mind one day
But she's taken by force and something grows within her now
They'll stay hushed but whisper she was a bit of a whore anyways
If she can't take their words, and she gets rid of it
Well, she is a murderess now
So, why should a woman pray?
Humanity continues to judge her poorly everyday
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A Simple Book of Poetry
PoetryThese are poems that I have written. Some a few years old some mere months old. I hope that whatever these poems bring makes you think about things a little differently. Or maybe they are just fun reads. Whatever the case may be I hope you enjoy the...
