repeatedly raped…

history of degradation
denial of family rights
rejection of equality
covert systems of bondage
black life in america

 

 

not that it’s my business…

tell me
mister christian
if
it were your
wife
daughter
or
child
groped
and
raped
by
the president
would
you
be
as forgiving
as
you’ve
been
so far
freely
supporting
the evil
that’s been
done
to others

 

the book of dying 2:2…

greed blinds men this death knew
so offered wealth instead of freedom
so men submitted for personal gain
so their dreams were easily raped

 

the things all boys do…

 

i’ve
always known
that
i
was
well
a
bit strange
i
didn’t want
to
rape
a high school
classmate
nor
even
wanted to
attempt it
and
i’ve
not stood
before
my peers
and
lied
straight face
to
get
a job
that
i was
morally
unfit for
so
i
must
be
strange
and
unrealistic
for
not accepting
those
who do
and
believe
that’s
normal

 

mandatory…

 

carefully removing
her dreams
she sat naked
on the floor
staring out
into the night
her room lit only
by
the headlights
of
passing cars
shedding all
her
disbeliefs
she
offered up
another prayer
this time
not herself
but
for those
who sat naked
not
of
their own
choice

 

final jeopardy…

 

within easy reach
a knife under her mattress
tonight’s refusal

 

passages #4….

mother’s rape child born
state court denies the charges
smiling rapist leaves
young mother so unprepared
state pays for her unmarked grave

faceless…

entry
in the police log
17 hundred hours
home invasion
woman raped
should prehaps read
grand-daughter
raped
daughter
raped
mother
raped
his
wife
raped

wax museum…

almost
life-like
these figures
promoted
by
corporate sponsors
and
university alumni
crafted
images
to win awards
no matter
what the crime
made
from
actual measurements
of
the living
scanned images
of martyrs
that have turned
common lumps of clay
into
perfect
mantel pieces
with
realistic facial expressions
of honesty
and
honor
moles and wrinkles
airbrushed out
like
their crimes
against women
and
all others
manufactured perfect proportions
accept
for
the soul

the goddess’ revenge…

kali’s eyes
brightened
as she
bent over
the dying men
on the battlefield
the men
who had beaten
their wives
without cause
men
now begging
for mercy
like frightened children
she smiled
as she stared
into the eyes
of those men
who had raped
village children
men
now stripped
of their flesh
and
pierced by
polished steel
kali
gently touched
the slim lines
of blood
flowing
across
their faces
and
drew
smiles
upon
their lips
and
laughed