What do you say...
You see her at the bus station.
You say "its the world we are in now".
You like what you seeing.
She's pretty with a nice *ass*,
You smile and say yes,
She's all I could ever wish for.
You are aroused by just looking,
Your emotions are now heightened,
Your libido tells you, get her,
Its no crime.
She's innocent.
She's not even aware you staring.
She makes a few moves.
She's herself, yet very vulnerable.
You say to yourself,
Sex is just for fun.
A pleasure that has become an addiction.
You become "a preacher" of fantasy 'n' lies
She ends up believing.
You get down with her,
And reject her afterward,
She's wounded.
The bruises go away,
But the damage is still in her eyes.
His life revolves around sex,
And how to get the next girl.
He puts pressure on her,
Even when she says, No.
If you don't respect her decisions,
Then you are not a man,
And you don't deserve her.
Cos you are a boy with a moustache,
That puts on good clothing.
If sex is just for fun, why does it take such a troll?
Sex was not just with her body,
It was with her soul.
I say this not to get attention,
I say this so that we may be real,
And think deeply.
How about you understand her heart,
Rather than study her boobs.
She rejects all the dudes,
To be just loyal to you,
Only for you to call her used.
To your friends, you say she's used.
Then, they tell her she's casted,
Now she's downcast.
But it isn't true.
If only she knew a lot of people cared about her situation,
And that Jesus loves her...
He loves and doesn't condemn her,
And so do I.
He says, go and sin no more.
I know some people are going to read this and reason along and probably might have being in the situation...
I want you to think for a second...
Is this really true? Does He really care? How would you help the situation?
And what would you say?
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