Bits of his down under my fingernails
a gob of his spit behind one ear
and a nasty welt where the nib of his beak
bit down as he came. It was our first date.
A gob of his spit behind one ear,
his wings still fanning. I should have known better,
I should have bitten him off on our first date,
and yet for some reason I didn't press charges;
......
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
......
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
......
There is no difference between being raped
And being pushed down a flight of cement steps
Except that the wounds also bleed inside.
There is no difference between being raped
And being run over by a truck
Except that afterward men ask if you enjoyed it.
There is no difference between being raped
And being bit on the ankle by a rattlesnake
Except that people ask if your skirt was short
And why you were out anyhow.
......
1918
This is the State above the Law.
The State exists for the State alone."
Some die shouting in gas or fire;
Some die silent, by shell and shot.
Some die desperate, caught on the wire -
Some die suddenly. This will not.
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The Proposal 2.0
"How you act in the next few minutes,
will decide the night we face."
So I swallow down my tears,
hide the fear in my embrace.
If I falter, if I fall,
he says he’ll walk away,
But what happens next,
is a nightmare come to stay.
......
The loneliness ate me away,
The doubt gave me away ;
My demons fighting through my walls,
Breaking them with all the will, loving the way I fall;
It's been a while since I cried,
Still, no one is ready to listen to the story of my side ;
Is there still hope for me,
Will I be able to smile like the daydream I see;
Or will I live in the same nightmare forever and ever,
......
He hurt me way more than people know
The story I hide behind resides in my throat
The story I so desperately choke back
As to not anger him more, his chilling voice haunts me
No one actually believes me, no one takes me seriously
I'm screaming now
Too low to hear for people around me
Yet the very hum of my voice that people do hear
Remains too low and too fragile to break
My screams unable to be heard or felt
......
Sweet talk,
Candy lips,
Pull me closer,
Shake those hips.
Eat the Sugar,
Open up,
Make sure not to spill a drop.
You keep feeding me all this Candy,
Talking oh-so-sweetly,
......
They parked the car outside to get to her,
Put on balaclavas to attack her,
Climbed the gate they wanted her...
Tied her dogs to get to her.
They kicked the door they saw her,
She was already scared they didn't care.
One held her daughter to beat her.
Blotted blood they kicked her,
On her tummy they punched her,
......