Driven snow, pure and untouched
Sprinkled on the grass
The headlights of the distant cars
Cast soft lights as they pass
How beautiful the whiteness is!
How innocent it seems!
For cruel reality has not appeared
To rip apart her dreams
Only fate would be so wicked
As to touch the spotless snow
Only fate would ever dare
To taint the virgin’s glow
Then life paints a crimson stain
That blots the sheet of white
A coat of shame, a blanket of pain
Lies hidden by the night
Tarnished, it is beautiful no longer
It is admired no more
And so I bow my head and weep
For the loss of something pure
For young boys whose attempts to fornicate get a "no",
It could be wise to demand she live up to her word,
For you grow in a world too excessively mired,
By the use of words tainted through the educations
We grown ups have inspired,
A "no" from a girl any age can mean lust,
Or a lifetime of labels it can easily cost,
Even if she proclaims it was not what she meant,
Know her words will mean little to the judge,
There will be no one to blame but yourself,
And your name cursed for life, holding the grudge,
Abuse can be real and believe that it's wrong,
But the meaning it seems can be twisted,
Be discerning about this, and weigh every word,
Please don't let yourself be that easily black-listed,
Even marriage won't guarrantee you won't get a dingbat,
Our society's become quite a sham,
Don't be rushed into things you're not sure of,
As the woman has taken the wheel, I'm not lying, this is real,
The world's changing...as fast as it can.
6:17 PM 4/17/2013 ©