Love a boy who treats you right
Not someone like him
My mother told me to find a man
Someone with warm and untainted hands
And who gives who the right
To taint someone's body
To leave scorch marks upon skin
To hurt someone?
Who has the right to resist attack
With both hands and options tied behind their back
With inhibitions wavered by red Solo cups
With voices persistently mumbling "Don't make me give this up"
Who has any right
To touch one others soul
A soul which yearns to be pure and true
Not stained and torn by someone like him.
My mother told me to never love someone like you.
Who gives who the right to walk away unscathed
Only a fading memory and a "good story someday"
Who is left with their heart and thighs bruised
And who is the one who conquered and used?
Who has the constant paper escape
Allowing so easily to forget the word rape
With the testimony releasing the offending side
Signed by our nations leaders on the prim dotted line.
Signed in the blood of the quicksanding truth
Highlighting greed and wielded power of the youth
What a sick god awful place to lead generations to
My mother told me to never love a man like you.
-Consent is not when you think it's a good idea
(c.d.)
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Craving Love
Poetry→ it's been occurring to me, that you can't burn the devil. ← ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Please don't take any of my work. All poems belong to me, unless stated otherwise. :)*
