Poem:Ladies gate
The security at the gate says
I am your dignity
I am your purity
I am your innocence
I am that place that hasn't been visited
I am your ibale
I am that scared temple that needs to be sacrificed and worshipped. In form of marriage and paying of brideprice

The gate says
I am an entrance to paradise or hell
That place enclosed in a thick wall
Filled with ambush of positivity or negativity
Depending on how he got to the location
That place only the courageous enter and enjoy after sacrificing

Let's break the gate I hear guys say
For great pleasure awaits us
The determined one closes her eyes and imagines about the pleasure of having that natural microphone in her. And the angelic voice says to her
"zip up, guide your gate and abstain till marriage
For this is a gift that once given cannot be taken back.
She opens her eyes and heeded to remain pure and guide her gate
she smiled and her smile lit up like wildfire
Making her rare and radiant

The determined undetermined hesitates and gave in,she refuses to heed to the angelic voice She fed her flesh and lost her soul
Her gate now a dumping site
An hit and run avenue,which
Accommodates lots and lots of natural microphones
The mics swiftly,speedily swing in and out of the gate
Not even with their real faces, but
Masked faces.

The screeching,bashing and moaning voice,i hear
Blame is crushing
Guilt is haunting
finger is pointing and I hear the word "he used me"
Who used who?
Good things sets in
STD says am here
Pregnancy says am welcomed
"had I known "becomes the cliche.
At last!! The determined one exclaimed
the sacrifice has been made
I have my virtue
I am honored
Ladies guide your gate!!

I like the general write up, its nice but you can make it better.....
It reminds me of my series of poems I have been posting, its more like a story....

Sincere rating 5/10 .....

Nice one at Op, i appreciate the euphemistic nature of the poem and the fact that it conveys a message.

As a first poem, it's really good. With more constant practice you can be as good as you want to be...I personally love poems that are narrative
Cheers!