Virgin
I emerged from the chrysalis
of childhood and adolescence
birthed once again
into this world a woman
beaten, battered, and sore
cold and confused
Nothing was at all what I’d been led to believe
that I’d been promised by people in the past
who would say with confidence
with wits like mine I’d go far
Colors faded from the resplendent hues I recalled
into dreary shades of dungeon gray
Surrounded by securely locked doors
Unworthy to be granted entry
Feeling like a virgin whose first lover penetrates
only far enough to break the barrier
making her bleed before withdrawing
leaving her lying there longing for more
Copyright © Angela Douglas | Year Posted 2022
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