When I was little <br />I had boyfriends <br />That weren’t boyfriends <br />Because they were <br />Just my guy-friends <br />Boys that were my friends <br />They came over and <br />No one crinkled their nose <br />Mother smiled and made us lunch <br />And didn’t seem to mind much <br />That boys put their hands <br />On my skinny arms and thin hips <br />(Like she does now) <br />And girls didn’t point and jeer <br />Saying how loose I had to be <br />With so many boys near <br />No one seemed to understand <br />That when I said boyfriend <br />I didn’t mean boyfriend <br />I meant— <br />my friends, that were boys <br />But now I don’t have any <br />Boyfriends (guy friends, I mean) <br />Because they won’t look <br />At me anymore <br />And everyone thinks <br />I’m a whore <br />Because once, when I was small <br />I had boyfriends <br />That weren’t my boyfriends at all<br /><br />taylor dumm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-boyfriends/
