Pause. I really need an applause.
I refuse to lay down and open my legs for a man who doesn’t love me. I refuse to go on my knees or bend over for a man who’ll never wife me.
I refuse to let hands – hands that have felt so many before me – touch my naked body. I refuse to be known so intimately by just anybody.
Oh, so my standards make me old fashioned? What’s that? I should fall in line with my generation?
Oh, so I’m stuck up and think I’m better than everyone? Careful, there. You’re starting to sound like the bitter one.
Just because everyone is doing it does not mean I have to. I know my worth and maybe you should too.