(s)he told us how it all started. . .
a ‘life’ transformed to a ‘file’ / cast aside / on a table of prejudice / wrapped with white tablecloths / though white at the surface / but hueless inwards / like water / like springwater //
(s)he showed us. . .
chronicles / of the one / who grabs the day / by the balls / just to make it / break / the one / who hits the night / by the foot / just to make the it / fall / the one / who slaps the heavens / as far high as / the seventh / to make it send down / tears / the one / who takes delight in ripping / innocent souls apart / the one who abuses / the one who molests / the one who rapes / setting afoot / chains of chains of misdoings //
(s)he was. . .
a treasure chest / a garden, full of roses, fruits / a pea probing paradise / an unintoxicating wine / a seeker of Pierian spring / & now (s)he is what, / a stomped road? //
yet. . .
after sixteen years / (s)he could still feel the hands crawling / from pyramid top / to buttom of the bowl / tearing down no / bits built by bordellos / but by borderlines / of infancy / still, the evil lurks / by the finger nails //
O ye / with x-ray vision / wearing skins of unsuspecting victims / as robes of honor / roaming this land / guiltlessly / looking through all / that breathes / even the chicks, / goats, horses / that speaks, the parrots, songbirds / that laughs, hyenas / & humans alike / we say with a wailing voice / words too heavy to recline by the heart / END RAPE & SEXUAL ABUSE //