I AM NOT A VIRGIN. KILL ME.

 I was raped. He raped me. I am pious. Who would believe me?
I haven’t lost my honour.
I still have my self esteem.
I still want love. Where am I wrong?

No more the sun shines upon me?
No more the rain wets me?
Why do I need to prove things to them?
Why do I need to give answers?
Why is he not questioned?
Who was at fault?
Am I not human?
Then why does the world not question him but me?
Do I not deserve all the love and respect I crave for?
Was I at fault?
Whose fault was it?

I am not a virgin. I want love.
I am not a virgin. Hate me for that.
I am not a virgin. Kill me for that.
I am too human. Murder me for that.
I also want to live my life. Slaughter me for that.
I am not a virgin. I will live my life.