was better off losing my virginity to a tampon, which wouldn’t gloat over its achievement, than to a man, who would add mine to his hoard of hymens:
A Notch On A Belt
September 19, 2025
Nothing.
That is what I am.
I have no voice, no words worth saying.
If I had something to say,
It would be drowned out,
By the sound of his pleasure.
I am not heard.
I am nothing.
Until he has need of me,
Then I become pleasureable,
Desirable.
But now?
I have no purpose,
I am nothing.
When I was ten,
I was told I was important,
Important to life.
My body could do things that his could not.
I was a blessing.
I was something.
So why,
when that time came,
Did they take it all back?
Hide it,
Be brave,
Don’t let him know.
But I know,
I am still something,
I am more than a notch on his belt.
