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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
Copyright ©
C.M Charron
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