The Unsociable Woman Poem by Rohan Sen

I never wanted,
but he forced me,
after all, girls my age,
they were all 'into',
what I didnt want to.

But being the only one,
who was still inexperienced,
made me an outcast,
I knew I wouldn't last, alone in this city,
without anyone close,
and so I chose,
the path of guilt, unable to fight the desperation built.

At this cheesy hotel,
within this slimy room,
I was about to give,
my treasured womanhood,
to someone who took
for granted without a second look.

Later at the coffee shop,
when the sorority gathered,
their lip gloss too deep,
their jewellery too cold,
their skirts too bold,
I told them, what I did,
the whole incident narrated,
and without any shame or guilt,
peering into their eyes,
I told them I couldn't
go through with it...I wouldn't!

For my body is a temple,
it is my honour and devotion,
and I shall not sell it so,
for any such carnal emotion.

I left..alone and content,
My honour protected,
and for once I truly connected,
with this lonely city,
which is forever
in that cheap hotel room,
trying to run away,
and save itself for another day