The Virgin Lynching

Weep no more, oh weepless one.
You’ve no reason to feel shame
If others found you circumspect
Without foundation to their claim.
You were strident in your way
To keep your virtue all in tact.
Staunch and stoic in your views,
No regret, no looking back.
When the world called you to task
You refused their wild demands,
Holding on and holding fast
As they passed you hand to hand.
Even as the noose was placed
Upon your alabaster skin
You were proud to sing out loud,
Wouldn’t let the bastards win.
And you’ve paid. Yes, dearly so.
All your senses put upon.
But your will was never broken.
In the end, you won.

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