Four Lies Your Mother Told You
You were in fifth grade
When you first came home
With tear stained cheeks.
Your name no longer meant
Beauty and life.
It had been twisted into
Stupid. Ugly. Girl.
Mother told you the boy was just kidding,
He wants your attention.
He clearly likes you.
You went to school with a smile painted on your face.
He likes you,
He likes you,
He slammed you into a wall
With a devilish grin.
You came home that day
With a bruise on your heart
And remembered mother said
If a boy hurts you
He must like you.
You were twenty-two
When you came back from collage
With black and blue blotched on your eye.
Mother was appalled,
She asked how you could let a man do such a horrible thing.
Because he likes me
No means yes.
Sealing your lips shut like velcro
He shoved his tongue down your throat,
He moved his hands up your shirt
Like crushed black berries
They stained every part of your body,
Leaving a dirty little mark.
Baby don’t you want me?
You push your way out
From under him.
But that night he swiped all your dignity
Like a new debit card.
His ears rang with YES
As he drained every last NO!
From your vocal cords.
Actions speak louder than words.
You bite your lip
As you try to figure out what to say next
Its like there’s lead behind your teeth.
No, you don’t want him.
No, you don't want the coldness of his body
Keeping you warm.
No, you don't need any more to drink.
The one you trusted
Nuzzled you up to his chest,
Declaring his love for you,
Saying that he wanted your scent to linger on him for days
And it was clear that you wanted him as well.
His lips brush yours
Gentle at first
As you tried to plead
This isn't right,
I don’t want you.
But as he tells his friends,
YOU were asking for it!
YOU made the first move!
YOU bit your lip,
That’s the universal sign for seduction,
Nobody ever thought it would lead to self destruction!
And the biggest lie of all:
Nothing is wrong with you.
But you can’t sleep at night
Without the recurring nightmare
Of his pelvis
pressed against you
As Elvis plays a sweet lullaby
In the background,
Drowning out your protest.
When you look in the mirror
You see all your broken pieces
Like ancient roman ruins,
Because your hips aren’t propionate
Like the girl on the magazine cover.
And all though you’ve been called flawless
By man after man
Their cat calls came with claws!
Mother says nothing is wrong with you
How oblivious could she be?
Boy after boy
Explore the curves of your body
Without a permission slip!
What’s wrong is the fact that you are treated like
gum on a shoe.
Valuable is what you should be called
Instead of a high pitched whistle
From the creep in the jeep.
Like a thousand-one diamonds
Its time these boys stopped taking gold from your treasure chest!
YOU ARE ART.
Made up of lines and colors to be distinguished
Not flourished and banished
The next day.
And in case he still isn’t getting the message
ART SHOULD NEVER BE TOUCHED WITHOUT PERMISSION!
Four lies your mother told you:
If a boy hurts you he likes you,
No means yes,
Actions speak louder than words,
Nothing is wrong with you!