I was never given a chance from the start.
I was the problem;
the thorn in your side;
but somehow I expected you to understand.
You knew my story—from birth.
My silver spoon was removed from my mouth
only to be replaced by a rusted rattle;
to shake all my dreams and split them in two.
And one day you decided to take my rattle and shake it yourself.
I can’t believe some of the things that I’ve been through;
the stinking men that wanted to taste my youth
-and at that moment I wanted to be saved-
The rejection of a Venetian that shared my chromosomes;
never having a place to plant seeds to bear ripened fruit.
All the nights I felt alone.
Why should I know rejection by its first name?
Why do I end up always the one to blame?
But, innocent I stand, ready for punishment, unashamed.
I don’t give a fuck about what others may think; how I am a disappointment to the perimeters they feel I should fit.
Yeah, I may be annoying and a burden when y’all wanna do yo’ thing, but
when there’s a favor needed to be filled, I become your favorite.
No one returns my phone calls.
No one gives me a ride.
I rely on men to give me my full supply
because as hard as I want to be, I know I want love and it’s so hard to obtain.
-I just want to be saved-
As simple as it may seem,
how easily my heart may soften to receive some sympathy given to me.
-just save me-
