Virginity……
A simple word encourages thousand behaviors
They talk about women
They grumble over blood
They whisper about future
They think about pleasure
They point their fingers at bitch
They verbalize women into wives
They speak about revenge
They throw themselves into love
They pray in the name of money
They walk on the ground of tears
They fight against their own laughter
They live close to their own loneliness
They explore in the world of freedom
Virginity……
A simple word stimulates thousand questions
How can you love women that live with their virginity?
How can you love women that live without their virginity?
Can virginity lead women to their self-esteem?
Can virginity introduce women to their pride?
How far can women express their virginity?
Who owns virginity?
Women?
Men?
How will you appreciate virginity?
How will you underestimate virginity?
What is the meaning of virginity?
Angel?
Devil?
Heaven?
Hell?
Does virginity mean vagina?
Does virginity mean penis?
Virginity……
A simple word expresses thousand feelings
A simple word that lives in its own world
A simple word arouses arrogance
Finally,
I found myself lost inside this poem
