Damn Truth

Whatcu cryin' for girl? Didn't the men in your family tell you that your body was for giving?


My entire life

I have been taught that my body is not my own

Anyone can borrow it for their pleasure

Make it their home for the night and then leave everything broken for me to clean up

I have lent my body to every man that called me beautiful

She does not even know which ones “beautiful” is genuine

I look at her

She looks back at me with misery

Says, how long will you betray me?

I reply,

We will find our resting place soon

But until then, giving is what you were created for

And giving is what you shall do


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