Don't

count your experiences as my own.

Remembering

in your youth,

when you had too

many men, and

you could pick

and choose. Sleeping

around then, but now

you side preach

Abstinence from

the other half

of your face,

the respectable one,

which you show to

this world of judgment.

Leave me

to my mistakes.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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