Virginity?

The pure and the clean

The silent and the unseen,

Why was this what he wished me to be?

                                                           Because it was what I was

  Far before him,

                                                                                                      And will be far after. 

They always told me that good girls meet nice men and love and are loved, just like a fairytale. 

Why was it Little Red Riding Hood? Why must I play this part?

           Why was I a thing of lust, even when I did not know its destructive kiss?

Why, when they said it wasn't my fault,

Even as I was compared to chewed-up gum, worn shoes 

by those who told me that this was how we knew, 

Did they thump an old book and remind me that we ask for it and that we're prudes?

               Fuck you. Virginity gone. 

        Fuck Virginity. Purity gone. 

    Fuck me. Fetishization gone. 

                                                   May he burn in hell for what he did to me, 

    Because they sure convinced me that I would see him there.