i'm tired of getting told,
that sex is just a normal thing,
why do i have such a problem with it?
it's a natural thing to enjoy,
everything that was normal,
to me it just not normal,
to live life being afraid,
of the one thing, sex,
i can't get my mind around that,
i can't see it as something normal,
the first time i was introduced to it,
i was a child,
a freakin child,
i didn't have a choice,
sometimes it feel like,
i still don't have a choice,
ppl may tell me i do,
but they just don't get it,
how trapped i feel in my body at times,
my mind and body are seperated,
sometimes things don't feel real,
times like these i wonder why try,
why continue to fight a battle,
that don't seem to be worth finishing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
of all the poems you've written, posted... I was drawn to this one in particular... I cannot explain it, for you would have to read My words... but this piece... is very important. Those that read it.... must listen. Only those who truly understand have read between the lines... all the others... they're just conviently blind. Mona... this is very insightful. It explains alot. Thank you for sharing just a fraction of you, your world. Great Ink. ; -) -Kelly.