The Curse of Femininity

we are taught to use our bodies.

we are but our flesh, our offerings,

the warmth of our legs.

masters of illusions & skin.

puppeteers of weaknesses & evils that lurk beneath prayer

all to uncover the truth of you.

I’ll show you where your eyes may travel,

where your lips might yearn to surrender,

where your mind may wander.

I’ll feed you your thoughts & conclusions.

use the body to shape the mind.

seduction both beautiful & vicious in a

nature unkind in its handicap.

options both limited & boundless.

legacies of sin beauty is blamed for, which

beauty must harness or perish—an eternal test—

so use the body

when you are told you have nothing else.

your only asset. your only worth.

it is a temple,

one that shall be burned & rebuilt,

anointed & worshipped,

then burned again.

sacrifice on these steps.

freedom falls from the lips of believers.

& so many are begging to believe.

I’ll gift you the secret of life, waters of youth,

for this body must hold some kind of magic—

god-like potency; divinations of the unseen

if it can be used

& somehow still wish to breathe.