Just 14

He was a man-child but all I saw was man
16 years old my thigh on his hand
At 14 I knew he was the one and I thought I would die
At the thought of losing him I thought maybe I'd try
To let him be my lover
To cool this feeling inside

The closer we got to actually doing it
I knew it was wrong because even my body wouldn't let it fit
The strength of my love was going to let me risk it
But I held back knowing that our love would survive in spite of it

Well, he didn't want to wait, he had a burning desire
I think her name was Erma, she wore little attire
At 15 she was already a double D and ready for the world of promiscuity
I lost my man trying to be a be
The epitome of virginity

That summer was stressful as I saw them everywhere
holding hands and giving stares
I thought "that could be me"
I was his girl, he loved me first,
she took him home, she had some type of curse
Upon him, I did not know, I got mad, I was sad, I called her a ho
That wasn't right, because the way he looked at her, let me know for certain,
That I was the one who would be hurtin,
So I let the thing go and our family moved on
Never to see my man-child again, what went wrong

Well, five years later, I'm now nineteen.
A full grown woman, so I would like to believe
Wanting to return to where I first fell in love
To see my man-child, my comforter, my love.

The reunion was bitter sweet, he had a five year old son and a baby on the way
Erma was the first, Jackie was number two, the one on the way
Her name was . . . oh heck, who knew
Brotha was just 21, lookin no older than 32
Brain wrecked by child support, court orders and doin the do
The man child, the love of my life
I was his girl, I had wanted to be his wife.

Time and distance had saved my virtue, from this fertile Casanova
But the ending to this story will never be over
He'll eventually get down on himself,
turn against woman then put them all on the shelf

He won't remember what made him bitter, won't remember the time
When one young girl said no and kept her feelings inside
She waits for him, because he was what she wanted
She just didn't want to give up the goods, knowing it would complicate things
She knew she wasn't ready, she needed to mature
She hoped he would follow suit, but the free poontang was too good.

The babies mama's will have him in court forever
He'll see no good in women, because of their efforts
He assumes they're trying to keep him down
But just as he gets his ground
Another hotty passes by
And he lets his loins say "hi"

Being a good girl, virtuous, is not a bad thing
Your insides may ache, but it doesn't complicate things
You may think you're not important in the life of a man
But keep in mind that a real man can
And will, wait until you're ready
And won't be petty
With calling you names and trying to shame
In order to get you to complicate your name

I think back to Erma and realize, "that could have been me"
Walking around mad for an eternity
For a decision to lust for the first man I see
Just a baby, just 14