Poetry Post- Because you taught me

Hi everyone! I have been working on this blog for over two years now. I have openly talked about my university experience, struggles and drunken antics all included. But I have never shared any of my work with you. Some of you may know I am doing a Creative Writing degree, writing is a real passion of mine. And now that I have been on here a little while I thought it was time to share some of the work I do. So from now I am thinking about posting a poem a month and possibly in the future I will share longer pieces if that is something people would be interested in.

Because you taught me

At 4 years old we are told                                                                                                              that boys are mean if they like us.

So when I was teased and laughed at and beat                                                                              I thought that he was flirting.

When I was 13 I was pinned to the grass                                                                                  wondering how long this unwanted kiss would last.

I felt wrong and dirty, so I told you                                                                                              and you said it doesn’t matter, anyway you should be flattered.

So at 14 when a boy 5 years older                                                                                            pulled me on his lap I said nothing.

I didn’t tell him no,                                                                                                                                I lied                                                                                                                                                    said I was sick and that I had to go.

At 17 a boy in my class called me dumb                                                                                        he said it was all for a laugh and fun.

But when I joked there was no laugh on his behalf                                                            because it was not funny to embarrass him

Now I am 20 when men twice my age                                                                                            stare at my chest I don’t know how to say                                                                                        I don’t like that.

Because you taught me that girls are made of sugar and spice                                                    and all things nice                                                                                                                            and nothing is more important than being polite.

I really hope you enjoyed this weeks post, thank you so much for taking the time to read it.

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