Pride March
I’m paying homage to a concept that doesn’t exist.
I was born into her
She was born in me
And now this virgin me is pure memory,
I was space to rent,
I was temporary,
I was housing untouched naivety
Coz I never really owned my virginity
-she owned me
And now I’m paying homage to a concept that doesn’t exist.
I was born into her
My birth made manifest
A thousand-fold obligation
And placed me on the pedestal of purity
which declares me virgin before I am me.
See, I never really owned my virginity, she owned me
And now I’m paying homage to a concept that doesn’t exist.
But it never was lost,
My virgin memory –
In loss lies
Too many lies of lying in wait for return.
In some moments it was surrender
In others it was theft
And now I’m paying homage to a concept that doesn’t exist.
So see the virgin me
The me outside memory
The me more real than my purity,
A lie which lies me in pools of guilt beside gilt virgins
paying homage to a concept that doesn’t exist so I
fear what’s in me
believe I am dirty
because I never really owned my virginity, she owned me,
We’re paying homage to a concept that doesn’t exist.
See my virgin soul
Take a look at me,
The me that extends beyond my body.
Hear my untouched being
Screaming I am free
I am me beyond my virginity
This is my pride march
Don’t fall in line –
You’ll need to sing your own song, freedom keeps its own time.
I’m singin a pride song here and it goes
I was born a virgin soul
I live a virgin being
I will die with virginity
Long after any act of sexuality
I don’t want the title
The name isn’t me,
I am me before I am my purity –
I never really owned my virginity, she owned me,
We’re paying homage to a concept that doesn’t exist.
I’m singin a pride song here and it goes
I was born a virgin soul
I live a virgin being
I will die with virginity
Long after any act of sexuality
I don’t want the title
The name isn’t me,
I am me before I am my purity –
I never really owned my virginity, she owned me,
We’re paying homage to a concept that doesn’t exist.
