The Elders took me to church
and planted me on the back row
to squirm and fidget
while they filled my head with stories
of women like Delilah,
who seduced Sampson
and used her body
to weaken a warrior,
and Bathsheba,
whose nakedness upon her own roof
made David falter
from king to killer,
but told me that I will lose
value after I grant a man
permission–should he even ask–
to lay his hands on me,
as if the priest and prosecutor
could preach purity
into my dry bones
and watch me rise up before them
without ever having realized
the power I possess
within my own rib cage.
*"And the serpent said unto the woman,
'You will surely not die."*
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
The Elders took me to church
and planted me on the back row
to squirm and fidget
while they filled my head with stories
of women like Delilah,
who seduced Sampson
and used her body
to weaken a warrior,
and Bathsheba,
whose nakedness upon her own roof
made David falter
from king to killer,
but told me that I will lose
value after I grant a man
permission–should he even ask–
to lay his hands on me,
as if the priest and prosecutor
could preach purity
into my dry bones
and watch me rise up before them
without ever having realized
the power I possess
within my own rib cage.
*"And the serpent said unto the woman,
'You will surely not die."*
