She will never understand Fundamentalist Christianity’s demand To maintain a perfect flower Solely for a husband to devour
Robbed of her innocence She begs in the form of repentance For acceptance and forgiveness The entire congregation a witness
To victim shame is to victim blame Even innocent children aren’t immune Ten past noon on a sunny day in June A girl’s ***** was breached A sin in the eyes of the lord, the goodly preacher preached
An unmarried non-****** is a ***** and nothing more A defiled child, her name reviled
She is blamed, she is shamed By her own flesh and blood Silenced was the little lamb To hell she will be ******
Keep up the facade Just smile and nod Pretend to love the church Cross necklace, bible, and long skirt C’mon show your love! Buy that Jesus merch!
Wanting to shed her skin A prison she’s trapped in The most perfect of little girls Except she lost her white pearls
A bitter pill to swallow The Lord Jesus she must follow Knowing her body’s imperfect Understanding she’ll never be worth it
So with the congregation’s nod, the goodly preacher preached: "For in the eyes of God, A ***** which is breached On a girl without a ring Is worth nothing but a fling"
The aftermath of another poem (see Blood and Cigarettes). Often victims of assault are blamed, even small children. It is somehow our fault.