I always thought you had raised me to be

A well-behaved daughter whom you could trust.

Clearly I assumed so mistakenly.

You think I am consumed by teenage lust.

Junior in high school before my first date

Lecturing me about sex and mistakes

Yelling that staying for supper’s too late

Saying that hanging with him has high stakes

I can’t believe you really don’t trust me.

You basically called me a no-good slut!

Why are you reacting so dang harshly?

I’m so sick of being stuck in this rut.

I like him way more than any other.

And I won’t listen to you this time, mother.