[Trigger warning for sensitive content]
Momma told me a girl’s virginity is like a flower
A precious possession worth more than any fame and power
You give it away to one, and only one
A grown woman once the deed is done
Papa told me a girl’s virginity is like a flower
Untouched but protected by the grower
Once you pluck it from its soil
That’s it, it is foil
If that’s the case, then what is mine?
Mine would be that of a flower that withers
Not that it really matters
Not the faces that look at me with judgment
Nor the faces that glance at me with disagreement
But the shame and guilt my heart feels
The innocence that is stolen cruelly
The naïve mind that believes in others truly
Darkness came in the day and engulf me
Before I knew it, I’m no longer who I used to be
“What have you done? What have I done?”
Blood stains the bed sheets
Tears stain my pale cheeks
No longer a child but not yet an adult
Not ready to bear this fault
She was but a child, you know
That day, my sky turned black
Everything I had, I now lack
I search for a single drop of light
No one understands my plight
“Whore… Cheap… Slut… Easy…”
Stabbing words ring in my mind
Distasteful eyes watching me from behind
The places I used to go, I now avoid
I wander alone, friends I am now devoid
But how am I different from who I used to be?
I still love the way words dance around my fingers
I still love the way songs make me tingle
I still love pink, the ocean, and the trees
I still love to run and pretend I’m free
How has my lack of virginity make me a worse person?
Would a worse person pick up art
And draw with all her heart
Would a worse person top her class
And ignore snide comments as they pass
You know, momma and papa, you’re wrong
My virginity is a withering flower
It drops its petals like a shower
Its pollen and seeds scatter
But that is not the end of it however
New flowers will always grow in this soil