From the past|

I'm not a slut.
I'm not a slut.
I'm not a-

Mom snaps her fingers in my face.
Are you even listening?

She sighs.
She looks at me.
Her eyes are wet.
Her nose is too.
She's disappointed.
She says to go to bed,
To think about your actions.

She says no more boys.
But I have no choice-
She says no more bad grades.
But it's hard to study when I'm with him all night-
She says no more male jackets.
But he makes me wear it; to show that I'm his-
She says no more 'soreness.'
But it's not like I can tell him no-

She says no.
She says no more.
She says no.

I wish I could say no too,
I wish I could tell you this,
I wish you could hear my thoughts.

Oh how I wish.