No.

No.

I wasn’t ready to be let out

Never taught how to fend for myself

Living to please

Believing it would set me free

I didn’t know it yet

But my land was battered and barren

If I was a white picket fence

I didn’t exist

And if I was a barbed wire enclosure

Containing gentle grazing cattle

They’d all roam free on my pastures

Feasting til their stomachs fill

That was what it was like with my firsts

My first boyfriend with a heart so small

he wanted some of mine

My first job took most of my time

even the hours for sleep were not mine

My first roommate finessed me into the house maid

and I can remember my first argument

I didn't dare lay any blame.

It took a lifetime

Which is fine

Some time is better than never

And my mouth became familiar with the shape

From smiling and nodding

To round and proud

No is a sentence too

No anchors posts in the ground

And my land is lush anew.