Anon Anonymous Poems

Growing up my momma taught me the four main requirements to be the proper southern woman: how to cook like a southern woman, how to pray for the people the good Lord unfortunately blessed my life with, how to hide my judgements, how to give my hair great volume, and how to never give a man too much of my body on the first date. She always told me that if I had sex before marriage I would die. My momma always seemed to teach me the Ten Commandments, but forgot all sort of Jesus when it came to herself because I was always reminded that "true love waits and if it doesn't, you'll meet the lord way sooner than you asked for because I'm gonna Kill you, Mary Jean." She taught me that sex was reserved for the person you love, me being the smartass I was always replied, "then why do you spend all of your time with Mr.Conroe down the street? "

Up until I was nineteen, I was afraid to say s-e-x out loud without getting red faced or choking up. Sex just wasn't something you talked about where I am from so explicitly like that. The lord teaches us to be holy, and being vulgar like that was not holy. Euphemisms were the South's scapegoat.
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