Reading the News

Nov. 19th,2012 A POEM By: C.M. Charron Reading the News Opened, or Closed? Blue like a corpse? or Pink as a rose? Under my clothes; It all is exposed. My self is discarded along with the rest .... undone ...... My best. My choice? My TRAUMA! My inadequacies Not like a virgin mother. After then the blood regular a river flowing of tears EVERYTIME Frantic shame fear and guilt Patches in my Quilt, e.d armor Falling down down down down farther. The HIT This FIT! to fit My dishonor as a woman My womb in men’s hands Desecration , mutilation, preservation and restoration of TIME. Wishes and wants (sigh) intention the prevention. Here! here take it already!!! Here? Hear this! HISSSSS , I heard The call and the sacrifice is mine A prayer to God That is yours that there isn’t shame My king is a kind judge A patient master of love Who are you to me? Pain stained and I remember not in vane , to keep had been a crueler game. With life this cycle and this time disadvantaged. The chance is for who? Not YOU! Mr. Lawmaking man , listen to my heart beat! See ME and every other sister, my brother! As your daughter, your mother not just some OTHER in this place HERE, these fears. You can not. You have no ears and you are blind. Both your crimes Not mine I must not forgive you That is what GOD does That Spirit alone The Angel at home The wound to my soul Against the nature One day in the eternal We will meet