With the other sex not mine
so many years
passed by, like yesterday.
is it for a girl like that a boy
grunting pushing
pulling noses saw the door ajar.
one sets a pace the other
can't keep
the other's lips are sealed.
conffesion of one boy
or of a girl
and how that both must feel.
a girl will never tell it all
unless
her friend has called.
and then the rumors start
to swirl
about the boy and girl.
my catholic priest
believes in birth control
while I
forgive me
father
I have sinned
I am
just a nun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem