Lonesome

“I love the word no for its prudence”

I love the word no for its cautiousness?

I hate the word no

It never works

I hate the word no for not being powerful enough to have people understand that no is no.

“Can I have your number?”

No.

“Can I give you mine?”

No.

“What’s your name?”

I said go away.

“Too bad you’re underage, if not I’d give you my number.”

Too bad I’m underage?

I was only 16 when you decided I was a piece of meat

I was only 16 when you decided you could subtract your minor losses and return to your childhood too

I was only 16 when you made me your crosswalk signal

Too bad I’m underage?

We’re old enough to get harassed but not old enough to receive a phone number

We’re old enough to get harassed but not old enough to buy our own damn Rated R ticket?

Lonesome I was in a world of 7.5 billion

Lonesome I was after being asked what I was wearing

Lonesome I was after the jealousy a male carried

Lonesome I am on the streets living in fear that I won’t ever leave

Yes, baby, I’m lonesome, and I hate the word no.