Childish Woman
I was a child trapped inside of a growing woman’s body
I was naive, stubborn, selfish
I only cared about what I thought I wanted
Never really caring about myself
I gave myself away to those I thought would treat me right
I was susceptible to what they wanted
I thought I was grown
I thought I was sexy
I thought I was safe in their arms
I thought I was in love
Fantasy overruled the reality
Until him
It was a night full of danger
A night full of splendor
A night of misbehavior
A night of drunken stupor
He pulled my clothes off
Against my wishes
But with my body weak
Defeated I took it
That night I grew up
That night I knew what I had done
I stopped acting as if the world bowed down to me
That night I was bowed before to the world
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