So many things can be inspiring,
the birth of a newborn baby or even Jesus dying.
People choose their inspirations so easily,
its almost as natural as a family.
People get inspired by a good, happy event,
but for me it's a time in my life where I lacked consent.
He took my ability to give consent,
it made me feel worthless, not even a cent.
I struggled with self love and I pitied myself,
I became as stiff as a book on the shelf.
This inspired me to have higher expectations,
inspired me to get a guy that passed all my inspections.
I never once failed myself again,
and for that it inspired me to never be scared of men.