They told me i was not fit to be a virgin.
That i was too loud, and the size of my hips couldn’t allow me to be one, i believed them.
I wonder if virgins walked with a tag, how one knew about them, how they would be labeled fit or not, and how i couldn’t be one is a tale I’ve never been told.
With such big eyes, a broad smile and a firm handshake, you cannot be one, you are too bold for your age, seems you have been with quiet a number.
They told me i was not fit to be a virgin, that i never danced in synchrony, that my mind and body were never together at any time, that my soul was always distant.
And i wondered how virgins were, how they could tell that their mind body and soul were always together, how they never were distant.
Then i stopped being a virgin, had a thirst to succeed, to be different, to be better. i provoked my thoughts, questioned my actions, and believed in my dreams.
They knew better, i couldn’t just be a virgin.