I Was A VirginA Poem by Nicole
I was a virgin, carefree and blithe
Strong, agile, with an open heart.
Innocent, young woman, full of life!
Such passion for life; a wondrous art.
I was a virgin, disciplined and true
So determined to please all above me
And listened to all who told me what to do.
I never anticipated false or negative doings.
I was a virgin, cute and loving,
So eager to care for the crying helpless
And dying to aide in their recovering,
Thus resulted in my desire to be selfless.
I was a virgin, once independent and mindful
Discovering the new and tasting the unique,
Trying out my new wings, trying to be careful,
Somehow, left me in a strain of harmful critique.
I was a virgin, ignored by family and misunderstood by friends,
Caught in the clasp of a vulture’s talons
Trapped in a friend's home for hours, forced by his exploitations,
And slowly stripped of pride by the felon.
I was a virgin, fighting to keep what was mine,
Struggling to keep what was sacred in my core,
Knowing I was fading away, my spirit had resigned,
Still knowing my soul still could survive more.
I was a virgin, frightened of his wrath and hatred,
Dying under his rule over me, still trying to behave,
Trying to protect what little was left, while naked,
Feeling his claws in my skin--not willing to liberate.
I no longer was a virgin, never to be pure in any way seen,
Burning inside with pain, in constant fear, knowing I have failed,
The promise I gave to myself was broken! I am vile and obscene,
I died inside as that neon sign shines above me, away my virginity sailed.
© 2010 Nicole
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Last Updated on February 22, 2010
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