virgin

Virgin

In front of me there’s a virgin

I’m not sure she’s quiet virgin

But I’m sure she doesn’t like it that much

She must got feelings and thoughts

Desires and holes.

She looks tired always looking down

Always wearing that old fashion combination

But I bet she doesn’t like it that much

She doesn’t need a job

Nobody asked her for.

It must be difficult to carry all that weight

To be not proud of what was given to her

It must be awful to hide so much pain

I can’t imagine myself in her place.

Some people call her mama

Honestly I prefer my own mama

And I’m sure she doesn’t even want to be

She just wants to set herself free

To be able to exist.

She must be sad to hear so much deaf

It must be a drag to never grow old

To be standing on there everyday

I wouldn’t put myself in her place.