There is a leak in my heart where you shoved your coarse fingers in so impertinently. I exposed my soul for you, revealed my naked body for you to see, but you watched and all you really saw were the parts that aroused your virility.
I gave you an ultimatum, but, to you, the rest of me was like the speed fines that you were never going to pay. You devoured my dreams with a mouthful of empty promises and destroyed them, now you're an epitome manliness...
and I? A scarecrow in the clean eyes of anyone capable of accepting all myΒ peculiarities.
You say that I left you, but here I sit on the sidewalk, desolated.
A prose about my first time - careless and unkind. The lover was a heroic boy for taking my virginity. I was regarded as a promiscuous girl, unworthy of the love of any other man due to my 'transgression'.
This was four years ago and today I am loved - not only by a wonderful man, but also by myself. For I know that the guilt I felt for many years was caused by unsolicited societal gender norms and sexism; and every last drop has evaporated.
Fight gender norms and sexism! Do not stand back and watch young ladies hate themselves due to male "masculinity".