I wonder ...
Am I conservative to mask
Insecurity?
Did I cling to innocence to hide
Inability?
Why did I ignore what was
Said to me?
Was I protecting my ego—
Quelling jealousy?
Many men told me,
My purity serves no purpose
Ironically, only shame awaits,
A man who is a virgin.
Went against my nature,
For what I thought was righteous,
Now I reflect, wishing I’d indulge my
Vices.
I bear the scarlet “V” on my chest,
For all to behold,
I avert their eyes, hoping they can’t see
The lies I’ve been told.
... But they know.
Some state my brand suggests beauty,
A mark of utmost honor,
The Wise Ones though, know I haven’t
Done my duty.
... Those men know.
Greatness resides not in
Remaining untouched
Resisting no advances,
A task far from tough.
I went against my nature,
Kept my seed unplanted,
Struggling to accept
That I must take chances.
Still ...
A small voice whispers
“Remain pure, remain pure,”
But is this voice fear?
Morality?
Or something else?
I remain
Unsure.
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Romantically Incorrect
PoezieBorn, raised, and currently living in Detroit, Michigan, Morgan Coby is a combination of many different things around him: the gritty realities of the city where he dwells, and the wondrous idealism from the fictional worlds of stories, cartoons, an...
