Hi! I’m a virgin.
What? You can’t be surprised When you’ve spent my entire life deciding
woman equals sexualise But not sexuality.
When I said I liked both, I was told I was greedy. Hi, I’m a virgin. But what does that mean?
I’m clean, I’m pure, I’m frigid, rather that than a whore,
but when you beg me to fuck you I can’t be so sure. Hi, I’m a virgin. Though people disagree
That a girl past her teens could be so pristine, For there’s a fire in your belly and you say
I lit the match. What a catch, because how should I know?
When I’m told blood will flow, but not that cum can follow?
I’m not told that I can moan and groan; I’m shown babies, and how much he can grow.
I’m taught chastity, not diversity. Taught no, not possibility. So I turn to the voices filled with blood,
Hear a world of yes yes yes and please, And find myself drowning in my own flood –
They didn’t teach this in the class on STDs. So over the years I learn from choked cries
and tears I need to be a good girl, daddy’s girl, a
school girl. I learn vocabulary but not a voice.
I learn position is not my choice. I learn pain is normal and hair is awful;
that I’m useless. Unless I do oral. I must know all these things yet know nothing
at all; like a child, like a girl, like a virgin. Because that’s what you like,
Not a body full of vermin, but a pale imitation of a child,
An invitation of innocence, A flirtation of admittance,
A perfect pre-pubescence with every hair plucked, Blow-job eyes whilst a lollipop sucked
As she’s bent over a text-book and learns to be fucked,
Because it’s not paedophilia if she’s in luck That virginity is a social construct. You like it white, you like it tight,
Because there’s nothing sexier than a girl who fights,
So if that’s what you want, we’ll give you a war.
Because I am sick of not knowing what side I should be on.
If I’m first, I’m a whore; If I’m last, I’m a bore,
Yet somehow I’m “more” than the girls on all fours. You’re damn right my body is a temple,
And that won’t change if I unlock the door. I don’t know what it’s like to turn the key
and do the walk of shame, Though my god I’m not looking forward to it.
Instead I know only how my vehicle with it’s license of innocence
Pours petrol on your burning desire; Your eyes leaving scorch marks
As you think how good I will look When you are the first to have my clothes
on your floor. Hi, I’m a virgin and no, that doesn’t mean
I have something, A prize to be won,
As your red-stained tongue Twists into my ear and tells me to take it
now take it here Because you don’t want to leave it too long
dear, And then you can boast to your friends that
Hi, I’m a virgin, and no that doesn’t mean I have something
that’s waiting to be lost at some divine cost. Hi, I’m a virgin, and no that doesn’t mean
I have something that other girls should long for.
Hi, I’m a virgin, and no that doesn’t mean I have something more.