Playing With Words...Wrote This In 5 Minutes.

You...you're more than who you've slept with.
Your little black book is not a 5-page indictment of your soul,
Not a textbook to be studied for the defamation of your character.
It is, simply, a little black book.
Most assume that a lack of self-respect is the dark ink that covers the pages,
That there's a war going on inside of you that rages,
That you act out in beds, using them as stages...
But they're all wrong.
Your legs don't open for just anyone.
That is the prevailing presumption,
But the presumptuous pricks that play judge and jury concerning your promiscuity
Probably pant and piddle when the panties drop,
Paling in comparison to your proficiency.
You are who you are.
You do as you please.
Their judgments of you only bring THEM down to their knees.
Slaves to condescension, in need of comprehension.
They fail to understand that a little black book is just a little black book.
It is not an affront to the Bible or any other religious text.
It does not leave one in a hex.
While they are vexed and perplexed,
Go ahead and have your sex.
Because you...you're more than who you've slept with.

-A. Lewis