fool’s gold…

fool's gold2

cold fingers
against her skin
sharper
than
razors
they
bleed
her soul
of life
she was
to be
a revolutionary
not
a comfort woman
for
derelict minds
floating
on a sea
of
self-righteousness
their
sea-sick
breath
lingers long
after
the rape
their
brutality
mirrors
all conquerors
seeing
women
who
would have
rejected
them
on
any
given day
as
objects
of
their disdain
so
with vengeance
they try
to posses
what
they will
never
have
the soul
of
a woman

8 thoughts on “fool’s gold…

  1. I have met him… sad state of affairs but true in some cases…. I like to think there is always hope for him/them…. nice work but then I always love your words 🙂 Michelle

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