Chastity is not a noose around my neck
To pledge myself to the sole soul
In the vastness, the strange affinities , I meet
Do I withhold the intensity of my being and retreat?
The man-made manacles of the mind
The chaos that churns in what is contained
How it brews like the storm
To let it break free or to subdue
Is it calmness or the conflict that will remain as a residue?
How unbecoming to battle the natural
As it surfs on the shores of the human mind;
Yet, I am a woman, conditioned, attuned
my chastity that would be disputed, disparaged, disgraced
for the wayward man, to wander unfazed.
when I walk into the burning ambers, the fire-test
those desires that flamed with abandon, for once
Turning ashen, is the 'unchaste'
To be a woman, need the human annihilate?
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