In just my mid teens a boy chased me down
Treated me like a queen, I believed in my crown
I believed he had fallen and wanted to dance but
All he wanted was sex thinking id give up at a glance
A little more down the track there was one who kept coming back
Then return to his girlfriend once he’d had what she lacked
Took my caring connection back home to her side leaving me alone with a spring in his stride
With another for years who would choose so much over me
I couldn’t understand what I was without using sex to keep him
The next one burst wildly into my world, showed me all sorts of ways to leave behind little girl
But as soon as I fell he leapt, bound, ran away
Couldnt handle someone who was so willing to stay
The next man I met was daring new start, I was excited and so ready to give in to my heart
But it turned out he was giving his heart to so many more.
Which I found out with own eyes, my heart swiftly tore.
This pattern repeated itself for years to come. I was never enough to be someones only one
Then there was one late night when the policeman approached, whispered in my ear and pressed me against the wall
His wedding ring pressed my skin as he gripped at my waist asking me to give in and just give him a taste
Perhaps I shouldn’t have smiled at him through my tears that night, It seems just being myself sends only one message out.
Another morning abroad, wandering in intoxicated haze
A staff member pulled me into a room in my daze. Before I could make sense of what was actually going on it was forced into my mouth, to weak to fight or be strong
But that’s my fault for being so drunk and confused, a clear message that I’m just here to be used
Any connection made on any new dating app rendered naked pictured of strangers before barely a brief chat was snapped.
And then I get told that I give myself away. That I should hold back my power and not be given my say.
Yet my experience has shown me that I’m not respected at all, that they only way I can be seen is without my panties and bra
You wonder why I always seem to have sex on my mind, yet it’s how I’ve been conditioned, taught and defined
God forbid I then ask anymore love from you, Im only casual fun right? Only good for a screw
And they tell me that I’ve gone about this thing all so wrong
and this is why I’m alone, taken for granted so long
If our men would be men and stand up against this. Show us love and respect, be willing to love and take risks
Perhaps there would be far fewer harlets in this world and you wouldn’t judge those who give themselves up, to be loved.
So there is my story laid out here before you, I wish I was the only one but theres not just a small few
I can’t bare to think that this story could continue so if you hear this call for change, stand with me, I GOT YOU!