you stripped me of my pure innocence
took everything i had left
of my virginal title was it theft
this burden bestowed upon me
with relieving me of something so dear to me
formed by societies vanity
i feared god would have no empathy
as it was my fault i lost my virginity
you strung me to this bed of dying roses
as you parted my legs like the seas of moses
my body a no man’s land
was intruded by your hand
you burned my bloom with fire and flames
this parental perversion
has left my premature body stained
this debacle which left me shunned
shall no longer stay contained
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Author:
Genesis Scher (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2025 11:49
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Comments2
Excellent write
I appreciate it
You're welcome
Strong and powerfully stated this poem is a protest against being used. Hard to read. Good write
Thanks Soren
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