Hi, I'm a virgin | Slam poem (Savannah Brown response)





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Published on Jul 30, 2016

I wrote this because I, believe it or not, am a virgin at the age of 20. I adored Savannah's 'Hi, I'm a Slut' poem, but I started to think about the issues she talked about from my point of view. This is the result. I'm calling it a direct response, because I used a similar structure and echoed a lot of the images, so I'd really recommend watching Savannah's as well.

*Update: I spoke to Savannah at sitc. She recognised me (!!!) from this video and said she liked it, plus I asked her specifically and she said she didn't feel ripped off so everyone saying I copied her hahahahahahahaha move along*

Savannah's incredible poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6CCe...

Previous video: https://youtu.be/HD6J4QTF1u0

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Full poem:

Hi! I'm a virgin.
What? You can't be surprised
When you've spent my entire life deciding woman equals sexualise
But not sexuality.
When I said I liked both, I was told I was greedy.

Hi, I'm a virgin. But what does that mean?
I'm clean, I'm pure, I'm frigid, rather that than a whore,
but when you beg me to fuck you I can't be so sure.

Hi, I'm a virgin. Though people disagree
That a girl past her teens could be so pristine,
For there's a fire in your belly and you say I lit the match.
What a catch, because how should I know?
When I'm told blood will flow, but not that cum can follow?
I'm not told that I can moan and groan;
I'm shown babies, and how much he can grow.
I'm taught chastity, not diversity.
Taught no, not possibility.

So I turn to the voices filled with blood,
Hear a world of yes yes yes and please,
And find myself drowning in my own flood -
They didn't teach this in the class on STDs.
So over the years I learn from choked cries and tears
I need to be a good girl, daddy's girl, a school girl.
I learn vocabulary but not a voice.
I learn position is not my choice.
I learn pain is normal and hair is awful;
that I'm useless. Unless I do oral.
I must know all these things yet know nothing at all;
like a child, like a girl, like a virgin.

Because that's what you like,
Not a body full of vermin, but a pale imitation of a child,
An invitation of innocence,
A flirtation of admittance,
A perfect pre-pubescence with every hair plucked,
Blow-job eyes whilst a lollipop sucked
As she's bent over a text-book and learns to be fucked,
Because it's not paedophilia if she's in luck
That virginity is a social construct.

You like it white, you like it tight,
Because there's nothing sexier than a girl who fights,
So if that's what you want, we'll give you a war.
Because I am sick of not knowing what side I should be on.
If I'm first, I'm a whore;
If I'm last, I'm a bore,
Yet somehow I'm "more" than the girls on all fours.

You're damn right my body is a temple,
And that won't change if I unlock the door.
I don't know what it's like to turn the key and do the walk of shame,
Though my god I'm not looking forward to it.
Instead I know only how my vehicle with it's license of innocence
Pours petrol on your burning desire;
Your eyes leaving scorch marks
As you think how good I will look
When you are the first to have my clothes on your floor.

Hi, I'm a virgin and no, that doesn't mean I have something,
A prize to be won,
As your red-stained tongue
Twists into my ear and tells me to take it now take it here
Because you don't want to leave it too long dear,
And then you can boast to your friends that
Hi, I'm a virgin, and no that doesn't mean I have something
that's waiting to be lost at some divine cost.
Hi, I'm a virgin, and no that doesn't mean I have something
that other girls should long for.
Hi, I'm a virgin, and no that doesn't mean I have something more.

(please don't accuse me of plagiarism T.S. Eliot once said "immature poets imitate, mature poets steal" so that makes it ok? yeah? also i really don't see this is as a stand alone poem. i'm seeing it as something that should/must be listened to in direct conjunction with Savannah's. Cool thanks)
((also if Savannah happens to see this thank you for inspiring me to write possibly my best poem))


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