To whip or be whipped that is the question.
An eye for an eye made our world blind
Using tried and true assistive devices
Walked a crooked mile with a crooked smile
Got off spinning too fast on a merry go round
The choke of it all
Fated till the end?
Here’s your charm Cindy
Daughters of Lucinda Jeanine
03/10/1949 – 10/08/1949
Good night white pride.
How do you wash the filth off?
It’s time to wake up America.
Gassing starts at midnight.
“Organ grinders music in the yard.
Lucky fortune wrapped in rosy paper.
Knock knock, who’s there, it’s Adolf’s heartchen knocking.”
– Wisława Szymborska
I hear the grinding of organs.
Carbon monoxide poisoning turns the skin red.
White supremacy, nazis, haven’t a heart.
History repeats itself.
Divide and conquer.
Protestors vs Rioters.
Black women vs. White women.
Peaceful vs. Violent
Who’s my ally?
The perfect soundbite.
A succinct meme.
Flesh and blood.
Lungs gasping, tears falling.
A hoarder delights.
He threw me down in the car and choked me in front of my kids.
He raped me as my 7 year old son listened from the next room.
You punished me for failure to protect.
The court questioned my ability to house, feed and provide healthcare.
Look at you now, American pride.
Patriarchy gone wild.
I’d like to be touched again.
Touched without my shadow.
Touched like a real girl.
A clean girl.
A clean girl who likes to get dirty.
I married a man who doesn’t like touch.
Ashamed to touch.
Awkward with his touch.
Purposeful but meaningless with his touch.
I’m a girl who has been touched.
Who craves touch.
Even when it hurts.
Touch me in the sunlight.
In the backseat of a car.
Just touch me.
Remind me, I’m there.
Clap harder bitch
Make them feel it
Mans only got one life.
Jesus smokes Marlboro Reds, dirty girl
Who runs the world?
We the people
They are few
W O M E N
A chair. Hard wood. Oak, with brown veins. Sharp edges smoothed into curves, smooth as the skin cupping my ass.
Man made.. Who was he, another ass in a long line of asses.. Money in a pocket, food on the table. A story.
An ornament. Symbol or status. Sturdy hardwood. Seen but not heard. Pick it up and place it. Hides the crumbs. Stack papers on and holds the fattest of asses.
He beat me till I peed. I was 9.
I’ve got your golden shower.
I’m built for this shit.
He said I had the vagina of an adult woman. I was 5.
That’s what the doctor told you.
Never forget, I’m built for this shit.