“Virginitis”
In the classroom,
when looking up
words was exciting,
new. Not long, after the lesson
of counting by twos
and tying shoes. They rushed to the
dictionary. A book that was full
of words forbidden. Dirty, foul,
adult ridden. They gathered around
on their free time,
free of naps and nursery rhymes.
“ver-jin-i-tee” their little
mouths said, “being unused or pure”
this definition was more than their mature
feeble minds could endure.
“What does ‘pyoor’ mean? Maybe
it’s a disease,” said the one with
missing front teeth. The other children laughed
and began to tease, “Yoou’ve got virginities.”
The word has not
changed and neither
has the laughter, little children are beginning
to lose (unaware)
this word faster and faster.
It takes on the reaction to a disease,
like boils, bubonic plague, and leprosy.
The “V” word is almost a phenomenon
a myth. In the lives of adults, it
does not exist. Holding on to it,
makes one treasured, obscure, or rare.
At the same time, one becomes
worthless beyond compare
Why? Because everyone
Is doing it,
So you should do it too
I guess I’d play follow the leader
if the game was all I knew.
Serving Artist aka Jamila Jones