I have never made
a voodoo doll, nor
torn to ribbons a
bed of sheets.
I've never loved
conditionally or
fell to kiss a
lover's feet.
I've never shown
a perfect smile,
I've never driven
a perfect mile,
I've never been
a virgin while making love.
I've never sought
what you have seen,
I never was
what could have been,
I've never felt
what's free of sin or guilt.
Stacks of loss
are piled high,
tragedy
expressed in sighs,
stolen chast-
ity belies that
this girl will not
socialize with
other women im-
mortalized so
in the minds and
in the eyes of men.