Dona S., the woman to whom I regret losing my virginity.

“To Dona S.” : A Biographical Sonnet

You bragged of giving your cousin good head
for the huge sum of twenty U.S. Dollars
tho' you felt you're worth one-hundred instead:
so Dona, you are no lady or scholar
(as you like to believe). Of your hundred
lovers or more you prefer all the black guys;
grinning, you were so proud to have bedded
them because of their enormous cock size.
So when you deceived me (you wily Lolita!)
and stole my virginity you—so proud
of yourself—smiled like the repugnant Medusa
while I, repulsed (by you), could cry out loud
'cause you're so crude and crave 12-inch long schlongs
even your dad says your beaus ne'er stay for too long!

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-21 at 08:14

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Yo, damn I'm amazed you could fit such a story in a sonnet. It's crude but it has to be. I like it.

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
One can't impugn the structure of the poem. And it might seem prudish to take issue with the vividness (putting aside, for the moment, our disaffection with the stereotyping of the second quatrain). But the unchivalry toward the woman in question makes the poem tough going for this reader, even if, or especially if, the details are true.