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"