Good Girls Don’t Like Pornography

Good Girls Don’t Like Pornography

Good girls don’t like pornography.

Picking and scratching at scabs till they bleed.

I dreamt I was a girl last night.

I dreamt I was a girl and I could be with you like I want you to want me

Rubbing against me, hurting inside me

I dreamt I was a girl and everything was perfect.

I cry sometimes, all alone.

I cry while I’m watching pornography.

Rape and violence and pain and pain and Pain

I don’t lust the girl, I don’t envy the girl,

And sure as hell I don’t want to be with the guy

All I want,

All I want is to save her.

I want to push him away and hug her and tell her that she’ll never have to

be a pornstar and she’ll never have to pretend hurt and she’ll

never have to hurt and she’ll never be hurt…

But really those are just the things I want.

Who am I to judge her life? I’ve never met her,

just watched some poorly streamed, badly lit, rape fantasy

But I know, I know she’d never have wanted it to be like that

Because sex is love and love is good and would you please hold me close so I

don’t feel so alone right now?

Because nobody wants to be disrespected and nobody wants to be used and because

Because good girls don’t like pornography

And maybe I’m not such a good girl after all…