As my womanhood was prematurely split open
so was my body split open
and my organs spilled out from eyes in tears of salty oceans
My cries aligned the planets in mourning
My father, the sun, blazed in anger and
the oceans were reduced at his fury
Cease the day! Screamed my mother, the moon,
creating swirling black holes upon atmospheric surfaces
Even the tempests raged in mimicry of the faces of her rage
My strong, vibrant temple now resembled the ruins of Rome
and my frame of mind shriveled like rose petals in 190-degree weather
Someone must pay!! And so I struck out in all directions
with the venom of Medusa's blood upon my lips
But there is no price... there is no price... for rape
Zues and Hera, Isis and Osiris
their wrath complete in my anger, my fury, my rage
Now I stand disgusted and yet curiously hypnotozed at the stride
of pride upon a man's legs
I love and yet despise the black skin pulled taut over muscle and bone
I scream to be understood,
Silently.
I fight to survive,
pen and paper, sword and shield
Do I dare taste of African sweetness
when it is so bitter from memory.
so was my body split open
and my organs spilled out from eyes in tears of salty oceans
My cries aligned the planets in mourning
My father, the sun, blazed in anger and
the oceans were reduced at his fury
Cease the day! Screamed my mother, the moon,
creating swirling black holes upon atmospheric surfaces
Even the tempests raged in mimicry of the faces of her rage
My strong, vibrant temple now resembled the ruins of Rome
and my frame of mind shriveled like rose petals in 190-degree weather
Someone must pay!! And so I struck out in all directions
with the venom of Medusa's blood upon my lips
But there is no price... there is no price... for rape
Zues and Hera, Isis and Osiris
their wrath complete in my anger, my fury, my rage
Now I stand disgusted and yet curiously hypnotozed at the stride
of pride upon a man's legs
I love and yet despise the black skin pulled taut over muscle and bone
I scream to be understood,
Silently.
I fight to survive,
pen and paper, sword and shield
Do I dare taste of African sweetness
when it is so bitter from memory.