Circumstances are That you don't know if It's you or someone else
Influence runs too deep
I remember being so young Being taken control Overcome by the glances And passes of boys They passed and I learned
I've been a man before, perhaps More than once And here I am, at the edge Of toppling over Or seeing, Just me. In all my glory.
I've been a woman too. She's with me now. She is aware of the wind stirring Around my nest, the beads of sweat Piercing through my skin. Slowly, seemingly from nowhere But there! But there she is. And he is... Well the teams all here.
I was a dancer then. Then he touched my body And it tensed, And has never quite been the same. The quest of womanhood Marked by abortion And heartbreak. So young, not a soul there. The beginning of my lonely days.
But the boys still called They round the back Slipped in and out Quicker than I realized. They, and their hard *****. Most did the job, well. Or maybe I'm just sensitive... Regardless, I rarely slept alone. But it was still cold. These guys had just enough Something To peak interest for a moment In time.
I was always in control, On the outside... A few times I freaked. I replay foolish ways, Nights.
And when asked to write, I suppose I still don't fully see. My faith maintains a certain Balance. Self torture is a beast, but If energy is not provided That **** shrivels, loses steam. I mean, I, I...