Your Purity

a virgin is pure
by the virtue

spoken from the mouths
of old men

eyes hungry
always feeding
with blinking teeth

you are pure
by a different virtue

born into the
bonfire of patriarchy

forged in the
brinepath of tears

raised by
wolves in suits

lived abuses
painted as a holy calling

dug up your living children
from the steepled graveyard
built for the dead

your purity is exuberant

your purity is you