“Your bodies are precious”

That’s all we hear

“If you don’t cover up

You won’t make it here”

My own mother tells me

My clothes are too tight

The bad people will get me

If I don’t dress “right”

When I go to school

They tell me what to think

“You better wait till marriage

And oh, think straight”

And all the kids wanna know

If you’ve lost it or not

If you haven’t, you’re boring

If you have, keep your mouth shut

Because it’s not just the adults

Shaming me for MY body

No matter what I decide to do

Everyone wants to hear “I’m sorry”

But I’m not sorry

I’m far from it

This is my choice

And I will stand up for it

And when they all wonder

About the teen pregnancy rate.

Oh well, it’s not my fault

That they couldn’t think straight.