He asked me how I liked it today--
from the back or front?
He wanted to know why--
too small or didn't last?
He said he knew, so I shouldn't lie to him--
as if I was less than him.
What's a virgin to do
when the rumors peg her as a slut?
She can't ignore the whispers,
or the blatant accusations:
*Now we all know how dirty she really is.*
It's been twenty-four hours,
and already the Pimp is coming
with dogs, chained, in their heels,
makeup streaked and lipstick smudged.
He releases the bitches.
But they don't wait for the cover of night to bite,
no, they lunge at noon in the crowded hallways
teeth of words, power of the sideways glance,
venom of whispers, bullets of pointed fingers
He needs a new name for the list,
his quota is short--
because when a girl becomes single,
she is an updated item on the auction:
Name: Lilith
experience: 1 guy(s)
skills:
hands: 4/10
tongue: 6/10
on top: 3/10
bottom: 7/10
volume: loud
Her reputation is spoiled--
the way her friends talk to her,
the invites she gets to hang out,
the fact that no one wants to talk to a slut.
Welcome, little virgin,
to the Virtue Laments.