==Despite the ST label, I think it's important to also say that this is a very graphic, extremely angry poem. It helped me to write it and it may help some to read it. But if you are feeling vulnerable, I ask you not read it right now. This could be very triggering for many.==
Triggers: CSA, child prostitution, child pornography, RA, torture, death
I.
sometimes i wonder
(thousands of)
if he ever looks at me or if it is my imagination
(eyes gouged out)
i just can't handle all the pressure on me
(girls systematically raped)
and i watch the girls on TV crying cause they didn't win
and someone said they have no talent anyway
turn on the news.
(pornography made with babies no more than a year old balding
middle-aged men raping eight year olds and one so lifeless she may have
been dead)
and i lost my favorite lipgloss, dammit.
(it echoes quiet on canyon walls)
II.
how much money does it take
to have an embyro as a slave?
the way we are headed where does it stop-
(at what point does this disgust you?)
flat-chested bodies sold
to grease-coated men
for once i am wondering instead
what came to him and said
here is what you want.
here is what you need.
did he ever glance upon a page of shakespeare?
(quote 'love is not love which alters when it alteration finds'
while a baby girl with big blue eyes cries while she is molested
on his computer screen)
did he ever drive down the road and know that feeling
of sunglass euphoria as the dust wind tangles hair?
and it's times like those you think of your grandmother.
but did he ever, at any time, feel that?
(while he disembowels her laughing and going home jacking off)
the im
ima
image (SCREAM) image
flickers like an old familiar movie black and white through his mind and
in she floats out she goes (dancingdancingSCREAM)
and again in she floats out she goes (strippingspreadingSCREAM)
but we should not try to add any humanity to him
for he is not human. this is not human.
i still wonder
once, so many hot suns ago, he was a little boy
who liked bugs. and dirt.
what
what whathappened
(whatsnaps?whatbreaks?whywhywhy?)
(corrupt the amish, he whispers
and coat the lollipops in dirt)
perverse dreams always lurk in the organs
kinda dark & sludgey & lonely
kinda mad & frustrated
they always lurk in organs and
climb
v e r y s l o w l y
to the eyes
peek around irises
and long to drink the blood.
long to violate innocent
long until it aches like hunger
until it
hurts until you cannot handle--
do something.
so
dreams move quickly to the smile to the fingers and move quickly to
where the baby sleeps in pink MY BABY SLEEPS merry-go-round
up&down
on the pony with the golden hair and always open always watching eyes
but but
you smear her blood over them
(you just hate to be watched)
at
what
point
does this
disgust
You
?!
(and the tea boils in the kettle)
cut
your tongue so you cannot speak to protest when they get you on your
knees and they stick machetes in your orifices and cut your eyes slowly
so
you smell the blood and scalp you alive so you feel the burn and
carefully pour hot oil over you and we would never let you die NEVER
LET YOU DIE
never give you that honor that privilege that peace
that hope that security rape you rape you burn you hate you bleed you
rape you until the world,
only until the world, when the world goes away.
and the tea boils in the kettle…
(it echoes quiet on canyon walls)
boiling *graphic*
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boiling *graphic*
Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.
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Re: boiling *graphic*
Wow! That is a very powerful and moving poem. It gave me goose bumps. It has all the elements that a good poem has. Some of it I understood and some of it I didn't. But it's almost like it's okay that I didn't. I got the feelings that you were trying to pull out of your readers. Very, very good. Would you be willing to explain the poem? Thanks for sharing it.
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Re: boiling *graphic*
That is an amazing poem! I identified with the horror, disgust, and rage on such a deep level. Thank you for sharing your poem. It helps me to know others reach the depths of their being and face their truth, and have the courage to share it with the rest of us. annatgreengables, your poem helps me to not feel alone with the torment from my past, it strengthens me.
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