Drowning in a box of condoms
I'm a virgin.
Yet I'm a peer educator
I teach people about sex
and how to put on the condom.
sometimes the irony does bother me
There's an endless supply of condoms
in my custody daily yet I have no need for them
You should see the eager faces of the kids
grabbing them out of boxes like their gods best made gift
I can't share in their glory
all I can do is watch
I hate watching
I'm mostly a doer not a witness
So in this case I just feel out of place
out of context
Lost? Not exactly
Cause i'm not exactly a saint
I probably know more than the one's who are active
which makes the irony even more ridiculous.
But I guess it's just that need to be in with the crowd
The need to feel like I belong
Less and less virgin's hang around these parts
I'm starting to feel like i'm the only one left
like i'm waiting for nothing.
The condom box is calling out to me
The multiple flavors tempt me to taste.
Yet i'm still me. Therefore i'm lame.
Therefore i'm waiting...
For what i'm not even sure anymore.
I though it was because I was looking for the right guy
Maybe i'm just inept in this area.
LoL that's a laugh. My body knows I'd be a champ.
But it also listens to my head.
Maybe that's what's the problem.
All I know is that i'm drowning in a box of condoms.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2006