Excuse me father, what I'm trying to say is that I'm scared cos all my friends have been laid It's in their eyes & in the things that they do with their hands

fastening trousers hold their hands tight showing their love bites where can I hide?

Excuse me mother, what I'm trying to say is that I think that all my friends have been laid I couldn't hate them but I don't like the way that it feels

moving inside me women despise me children laugh at me no

But help me Don't touch me

It's in their clothes and in the way that they brush their hair

talking behind me holding my glances mincing their movements slowing their dances