I'm still a sinless child in the eyes of god.
Under his gaze I remain un-mangled. Under his gaze I am not adulterated. Under his gaze I keep the pure porcelain skin, un altered by the rough hands of others. There is no trace of chasteness on my ailing body, I purist to be clean.
Under his gaze I am in admiration, bewildered by his actions. My knees are bruised from praying - begging for mercy; it is clear I am pure. Under his gaze I stay frightful, knowing.
Under his gaze I am unsoiled, my lips taught and my frame unblemished. Under his gaze I am still a child, scared and governable.
