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What's Wrong With YOU?"

What kind of mother, in heated debate

Argues such matters that only foster hate?

With a 16-year-odl boy and your daughter so young

Why bring up their innocence with words that strong?


What drives this need to meddle and pry

To question their virtue, to make them comply?

Was there a secret to keep, a past to protect

A reputation to guard from societal neglect?


To yell and to scream at a boy so young

For actions and thoughts when you too were among

The ones full of hormones, confusion, and fear

Why lash out at him, why bring on the tears?


Perhaps it’s a reflection, a mirror to see

The flaws within ourselves that we fail to agree

Before pointing fingers, take a moment to pause

And ponder the reasons behind these flawed laws


What’s wrong with YOU, dear mother so pained

What battles within YOU remain unexplained?

Instead of contention, seek understanding and love

For the children who watch from below and above


Subconsciously, I had no clue what had happened to me when I was younger. So, at 14 years old, I “lost” my virginity to my 16-year-old boyfriend. He left the condom wrapper on the sink and his grandparents, whom he lived with, found it and called my mother. She had this super long conversation with him about how I was a virgin. Yelling and screaming at him for stealing my innocence. He would argue back that this was clearly not my first time, and he could tell. My mother was on the phone with him for over 30 minutes, yelling and screaming at him. I remember her spitting she was so angry and yelling so hard. (So did my ex-fiancé hmmm) Now I know why he could “tell” that I wasn’t a virgin. I mean, this was my first conscious choice to have sex, and having sex was my idea. He even tried to tell her that. But come on, seriously, like the poem says, what sort of mother even does this? The mother who told me my whole life that sleeping with a man is how you find love, needing to be submissive and letting them do whatever they want. I thought she’d be happy it happened, that’s what she’d been preparing me for. But what an immature person, to do that. Seriously. Like she didn’t have the same hormones. I mean, she did sleep with an underage man, get pregnant and then get married to avoid going to prison as a child molester, but whatever, right?




 
 
 

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