Be careful, my Mom warned me
I was no longer a little girl
Nor was I yet a woman
I could no longer wear shorts
The knee length skirts, they had to go too
No more figure hugging t-shirts
My breasts were developing you see
You must stay away from temptation
I followed all these rules rigidly
Still why was I being passed lewd comments
While walking down the street?
Why the wolf whistles and cat calls?
Weekly once a month I bled and bled
Impure, I was brandished by all
Confused by a betraying body
I turned around me to seek clarity
But again I was told off
For wanting to know too much
Concentrate on your studies
Half baked things were fed to my ears
Oh Mom, why didn't you tell me the truth
Didn't I deserve at least that?
Why did I have to learn it the hard way?
Why did it have to be through an act of betrayal?
That it was the skinny boy that I didn't even like
Showed me what it was to be a woman
That the things he did to me
Made me feel ashamed than desired
Why didn't you tell me that
I would wake up screaming for weeks
Or that it would be years before I even begin to heal?
And that my body would never be the same ever again
Why didn't you tell me that there were monsters not under the bed
But in the corners of our home and street?
Was that what the being careful in your warning meant?
Who is to blame? Is it me or is it you?
Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.