19. Lily
The lily gleamed, white as driven snow,
Unseen by mortals, no beau could know.
Your touch, a marvel, the flower amazed,
Each droplet sparkled, in grandeur blazed.
A wondrous sight, a peculiar phenomenon,
She pondered reasons, her actions drawn.
In the end, Lily succumbed to fervor's hold,
Whispers and breaths, new sensations untold.
She believed it was the right time to explore,
Yet deep within, she knew it transgressed the lore.
For the people demanded purity to be preserved,
Once her lily wilted, her worth was unnerved.
She thought that as long as it was out of love,
She was better than a promiscuous dove
Such teachings instilled by a prejudiced society,
Impostors parading under a cloak of piety.
Crumpled and adorned with pearls, her state revised,
No longer a girl, he made her a woman prized.
Yet now she's no one, lost in sinful disgrace,
While men without breasts are embraced in a different space.
A man's conquest, praised, celebrated as a victor,
Sharing his bed with maidens, a social elixir.
But to be seen with multiple men invites flaming blame,
Hell's fire awaits, ready to maim.
Such prejudice inflicts harm, it is true,
But who listens to an obscured view?
Who heeds the voice of a woman scorned,
Marked with society's gravel and thorned?
Men and women, both guilty of condemnation,
Their unyielding faith reveals hypocrisy's foundation.
If our Lord were female, with strength and might,
Would it be a coincidence, hidden from sight?
For a woman's existence, should she rely on a man?
Or is it just patriarchal doctrine's plan?
After all, a woman is nothing without a man's assistance
Or was that just taught to you by patriarchy's existence?
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