The Other Side

Sex is inherently powerful.  Sex changes relationships because it changes you, especially if it occurs outside of marriage.  Disagree?  How many teenagers are excited to discuss their sexual experience with their parents?  How it felt?  Where it happened?  Any protection? 

Promiscuity dilutes the experience with the one person to whom you promise... "to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." 

Below is a poem, The Long Walk Home, by my favorite poet.  It reveals what young women hope to find when they acquiesce.  Compromise.  Concede.  Jeopardize.  The author illuminates the emotional toll women pay... the other side that is rarely discussed.

The Long Walk Home 

by Allie McComas

I woke up this morning with an aching head,

in a stranger’s sheets, in a stranger’s bed.

On the night stand was a note left for me,

just simply “Lock the door when you leave”.

Getting up, alone, with my guilt and stress,

I search through tears for my little black dress.

As my memory slowly becomes restored,

I cringe at the thoughts of the night before.

I was used for a purpose, then tossed aside,

he said he liked me, but I guess he lied.

He seduced me into his arms with ease.

Longing for love, I was eager to please.

So willing to give what they want to take,

trusting false promises they always make.

Sinking down to the floor, I close my eyes,

trying to find a way to rationalize.

Hope let me see what I wanted to see,

now shame has replaced any dignity.

The rejection spreads like a cancer inside,

no amount of liquor can long ever hide.

Gathering my things strewn left and right,

I walk home in my dress I wore last night.

Keeping my head down, I take the back way.

Same mistake... different day. 

Have a good and godly day.