I've made a plan to be
the slut I wanted to be
when I was 13
that warm bottle of vodka
should do the trick
and if I remember to shave above the knee
I might be able to turn my own
pull out the black lace
I'm old enough to have some now
and panties that match
what's better than 18 year old breasts?
and the decision to be
the slut I wanted to be
when I was 13
so I'll make sure the sheets are clean
and I'll shave above the knee
what kind of a gift is virginity?
if my eyeliner's black enough
and my shirt is low cut enough
if my skin is soft enough
and my hair is shiny enough
if I don't talk myself out of this
I could end up as
the slut I wanted to be
when I was 13
but what does virginity really mean
when he puts his hands on me?
and I'm glad I shaved above the knee

12/24/2002

Author's Note: The people who know me and read this are probably confused or scared or something. Well, don't be. This poem is less fact and more a mix of a build up of my fears and sarcasm. I'm not sure I've ever written about sex this overtly before so it might be a bit of a surprise to those who read my poetry. This all stems from the fact that I talk on the phone way too much... but yes, don't fear. They're just words.

Posted on 12/24/2002
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