The other day, I was just chilling out and thinking. A little poem came to my mind. (warning: possibly graphic)
Lift the veil and see your bride.
Unless you can't, unless you're blind.
You see she's pale, pale as death.
Do you know this girl you're with?
Her kiss is cold, her touch is weak,
Her hand clammy on your cheek.
Is this really love to you?
Can you tell her words are true?
Do you even know her?
She'll touch your flesh, she'll steal your soul.
You bite your lip, feel your stomach roll.
You want her flesh, you lose control.
You will reap what you have sown.
O her heart, you don't care,
You just want to feel her hair.
And her face, you've barely seen.
Too distracted when bodies lean.
You don't even know her.
You feel a chill down your spine.
What have you done this time?
Yet you move right along
Hoping touch will bring a song.
But your empty heart still cries,
Overcome by sounding sighs.
Listen now, you might just hear
The muffled cry of conscience near.
You don't even know her.
Here's the question: Do you even know her? All too often we jump right in, shutting off our minds, shutting up our hearts and our conscience, and "let our hands do the talking". We're a society of "just do it". Who cares about the guilt? What guilt? You have nothing to be guilty of. Oh sure, so you got her pregnant... just have an abortion, it's no big deal. WRONG.
Can't add much more, the poem really says it all. Let's face it, there's a lot more than biology at work here, that's all I can really say at this time. We'll get into it more later, look at the battle behind the scenes, the psychology. I think this will end up being a lot less off-topic than it seems.
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