Fourteen

Just keep sucking on that cigarette

and dumb yourself down

with that slow lispy voice.

Give your black liner one final check

and curl your lip in a frown

as if it's your choice.

Plug in your earphones

to block out your thoughts,

and stare at the screen

to show you're not on your own.

You're a girl in a culture where girls can be bought

for a bit of attention and a taste of the dream.

Well you've got the world all figured out

-know to act to like you don't care-

navigate it with ease.

You've gotten good at disguising your doubts,

accepted your bodie's there to be shared,

that's how eager you are to please.

And Feminism's a dirty word,

it's not for you,

it's obselete now.

A playground slur

used by more than a few,

ignore it, it's not worth the row.

So hoick up your skirt,

take what they give

and follow him to the coat pile bed.

He says: it won't hurt,

you're the best he's been with.

At least that's what you think he said.

It was all such a blur,

but this is how to be young,

you've got to be loud and wild and obscene.

For him you're just another her,

but you can't let them call you a nun,

you should be ready for this, you're fourteen.