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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem