Georgine Sand Miner by Edgar Lee Masters — Read

A step-mother drove me from home, embittering me.

A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue.

For years I was his mistress -- no one knew.

I learned from him the parasite cunning / With which I moved with the bluffs, like a flea on a dog.

All the time I was nothing but "very private," with different men.

Then Daniel, the radical, had me for years.

His sister called me his mistress;

And Daniel wrote me: "Shameful word, soiling our beautiful love!"

But my anger coiled, preparing its fangs.

My Lesbian friend next took a hand.

She hated Daniel's sister.

And Daniel despised her midget husband.

And she saw a chance for a poisonous thrust:

I must complain to the wife of Daniel's pursuit!

But before I did that I begged him to fly to London with me.

"Why not stay in the city just as we have? " he asked.

Then I turned submarine and revenged his repulse / In the arms of my dilettante friend. Then up to the surface, / Bearing the letter that Daniel wrote me, / To prove my honor was all intact, showing it to his wife, / My Lesbian friend and everyone.

If Daniel had only shot me dead!

Instead of stripping me naked of lies, / A harlot in body and soul!