Body Count
“What is your body count?” He asked.
But the better question was, “what’s it to you?”
How does it affect your intentions?
Because if it does you were never really interested in me
What’s your body count?
The male to female ratio of persons asking this is astounding
Again, “what’s it to you?”
Because to me, it means nothing; it’s just a number
It gives me no validation nor brings me shame
What’s your body count?
A question he will never find me asking
But if I did, I know there will be no shame felt
The pride he feels will be ever-present in his expression; in his voice, his eyes; it will be known
Because society has created this sick stigma where I must be all but stoned for daring to embrace my sexuality
But for him, it’s worn like a badge of honor as he is paraded through the streets for being a MAN
What is your body count? He asked, trying to determine if I would make a suitable wife
But he doesn’t know better…
He is nothing but a fool brainwashed into believing that this is anything but hypocrisy
I am a STRONG, INDEPENDENT, BLACK WOMAN and no number could ever change that.