Do not tell a woman her body is not holy.
She will tell you of the men who worship at her altar,
the boys who have sacrificed blood to her claws,
the lovers who offer up insults in hopes of redemption.
She will tell you of the women who bow their heads when she is near,
the cars that stop for her body,
the way that people can’t tear their eyes away from something that continues to burn.
And you will not know what to say. And you will be silent. And when you have understood, you will kneel and ask for forgiveness.