I visited a maternity ward
to rejoice with a mother over her new child.
I went to an abortion center
to see a girl who aborted a baby.
I made my way to a war zone
to commiserate with a raped woman.
I meet the mother in the market
and she says she is a vestal virgin.
I see the abortionist in a school play ground
and she vows she is Diana.
I meet the raped woman by a riverside
and she swears she is Lucretia.
I go to the woods and strike a meditative pose.
I am not thinking of Nirvanas
neither am I dreaming of Abrahams bosom.
But of the affairs of yesterday.
I keep asking myself:
Why are all the women playing virgin?
(EXCERPTED FROM “BEAUTIFUL,” A POETRY COLLECTION BY ARTHUR ZULU, TO BE PUBLISHED SOON. IF YOU ENJOYED READING THE POEM AND WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A VOLUNTARY CONTRIBUTION TOWARD ITS PUBLICATION, PLEASE CONTACT THE AUTHOR.)
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ARTHUR ZULU is an editor, book reviewer, playwright, and published author. He also writes short stories, scripts, essays, and poems, and ghost writes for others.