I had a rather fun childhood,
Because I was always played with.

Attention from my loved ones were always reviving,
And the best part- they always rewarded me,
Always.

For every candy,
My loved ones ran those fingers higher and higher from the sole of my foot to something my mommy called- treasure,
Like a stinging scorpion crawling up my thigh- it felt.

For every hot wheel,
I got my 'it' grabbed harder and harder,
Like my eye ***** being squeezed out till it spurts blood- it felt.

And for every dollar,
I used my 'it' to fit the lock- her lock,
Until it satisfied her gratification- her undying ****** gratification.

And just in case you're wondering,
'It' is what I called it because my mommy and daddy would never ever tell me what 'it' really was neither did they teach me how to protect it.

NO,
DON'T,
Is what I said,
But moans were all that was heard.

So I cried,
Because that was the only thing about my body that I was permitted to control.

And just when my heart lost count of its beats,
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
she said,
  **"BOYS- DON'T CRY"

It's like a ferris wheel,
It goes round and round and round,
What you ask?
My relationships.

My first love,
My first ride,
My first kiss up the empty yet hopeful sky,
And when the ride was over- good journey he said 'but I have other rides to take now'.

Then came second, third, fourth...
It goes round and round and round.

When will the ferris wheel ever stop you ask?
It's when I choose to stop offering rides because I am worth more than a -priced ticket.

It takes a boy to make you feel beautiful,
It takes a boy to make you feel ****,
It takes a boy- to sleep with you,
But it takes a man,
Only a man to love you- like a mother,
To protect you- like a father,
To fight you- like a brother.
To understand you- like a best friend.

And your father remained my boy forever,
So I found a man for myself
- Said my mother.