Knowing Yourself

Into little girls lies are poured
That sex is connected to love
Making it a requirement for them
To feign love to make sex acceptable

Into little boyes lies are poured
That sex is not connected to emotions
Making it easy for them to say
"It didn't mean anything" to their wives

These grown little boys are not lying
Though they are not telling all the truth
That they can have sex and relationships
All free of those pesky emotions

Those grown little girls shy away from
Their own sexual needs and desires
Because they believe in whores and tramps
But those are feary tales and not real

Whores, sluts and tramps are little girls
Who grew up and found their desires
Of value and pursued them in honesty
With little boys who feared them

The fearful little boys took the sex
But looking at someone else free of emotions
Was more than they could endure
Punishing them with names for their freedom

All that would be acceptable though sad
If only the little boys feared them
But it's the other little girls still chained
That call them names for their freedom

The lies told to the little girls
And the lies told to the little boys
Are incompatible lies when they couple
And they do so frequently, I hear