Her virtue or your virtue?—A question that has left her nowhere but in a state of despair. For it was never really hers to where; in truth it should have been on your father’s waste—for that self-control he could not handle, nor could not bear.
No Wonder She Has No Identity
For her parents have claimed her as their own entity.
- Like a voodoo doll they do poke and prod her, in hopes to control their own life's behavior.
Like a puppet for its master, she now does dance with all her luster. But what is she dancing for, and what is this music, that she does so abhor?