Being Very Innocent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being Very Innocent



Yesterday when I was much younger, being free and
totally independent spiritually, choosing to stay
pure, always innocent.

Not understanding the world of love, lust and per-
version, never having sex, preferring to stay a
virgin.

As I could not stand the fact of giving myself to
a man for a few minutes of pleasure, even when
my parents would kiss, I would look away.

Telling them I'm never going to get married, when
they asked me why, I'd say, I don't want any man
slobbering on my mouth that's gross!

They'd look at each other and try not to laugh,
then when nineteen, dating a young man, it took
him six months to even hold my hand.

Just couldn't and didn't want to give up my free-
dom, I loved it far too much, when he kissed me
eight months later I wept so hard.

Feeling I had lost my self, I was very innocent
back then, but I had my own way of thinking about
things.

Monday, February 15, 2016
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