The Cry of the Virgin
The Cry of The Virgin
I am weak, I am naive and innocent,
Yet you marshal your deceitful might,
And mount yourself upon me,
To rob me of my innocence.
My cry for help calls for your humane attention,
But my plea for mercy is overridden
By your malicious act.
Why thrust your manhood upon me?
Why spew your filth and pollute my purity?
An eve of darkness hoists fear,
As I visualize your act.
The whispers of wind amplify my cry,
And God’s breath burns hot to curse your advance—
Yet you do not heed my voice.
Are you a father figure or my spouse?
Are you my guardian or my tormentor?
Are you my brother or my villain?
Are you my savior or an opportunist?
Stop the malicious touch.
Do not force a laugh upon me,
For this is my virgin cry.
Copyright © Sabion Osore | Year Posted 2015
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