Is not a tale that is easily remembered
Nor a tale that should be
How she lost her virginity
To a man she thought she had befriended
Each day as she walked to and from work
He'd lean from his balcony and say “hi”
She led a very lonely existence
And was encouraged by his words
One day he asked her to visit him
Just to talk and get to know each other
She felt so special and wanted then
And happily agreed to enter
How could she know
That talk wasn't on the agenda
Instead he took advantage of her naivety
And bedded her unceremoniously
She was just fourteen her world shattered
He was in his thirties, for him it didn't matter
He had achieved all he desired
The stain on the bed the bonus
No wonder now she makes no friends
Is wary of any approaches
Would you ever after such a start?
How can they ever be trusted?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alison, another good poem tackling a subject others might deter from. Nicely worded away from being vulgar which a subject of this nature could easily turn into in the wrong hands. Good write. David