Poetry written by a Borderline

Virgin Whore

Your body is made of glass,

and everybody,

and I mean everybody,

can see the dirty handprints-

all over it.

You're impure.

You're damaged goods.

You're tainted.

You're contaminated.

You can try scrubbing,

you can try scraping,

you can even try burning-

and cutting,

but you will always be

a Virgin Whore.