My body bears the ravages of your lust
Signs of your violence have scarred the face
The soul lies twisted
The heart battered
With every breath I draw in pain
Every pore bears the animalistic stamp of your patriarchal ruthlessness
Bearing the hieroglyphics of your atrocities
I walk away in silence.
But, my silence is loaded
With the pain you have put me through.
I am finding my voice now,
Ready to stand before you as the woman I am.
Do not turn your face away from my nakedness now,
You responsible for everything I go through.
Do not hang your head in shame
And try to cover my body.
Because you will never have a sheet, clean enough,
To cover my body.
Nor will you ever have words,
Which could act ad balm for my tortured soul.
I will walk with my head held high,
Looking through your ruthlessness,
Knowing fully well that you could never violate ME.
March 10, 2012 at 2.37 A.M.