I have been raped of my name
My eyes lighten to the color of his.
I can be told
who I am
and what I can become.
For each time I have found myself, I lost
my tongue
My voice stolen,
my poems erased
and
left
with no face.
I have been given many pills just to be told, to start all over again.
I can be sold at birth or put in the dirt, a determent of my self-worth.
I have Had my uterus sew tight
Whipped and
without a fight.
Raped to delight.
I have worked as maids and abused by many bosses
just to be tortured, taunted and shamed into a marriage that I was left to blame.
I can be refused the vote and not gifted enough to a pope.
But still,
I feel his strength growing inside of me that was put in side of me.
Everyday my breast fills to feed him.
My hips are widen to carry him.
There are musculars in my thighs to
to birth him.
I'll use all my wisdom and all my
knowledge to
enlighten and enbrighten, fighting, surviving, endorsing empowering, insuring laying a path
for him.
I will be sacrificing
all I can, all I am
and
what I meant to be
just to raise the king I see in him...
Believe in me,
and
all I am. For I'm
the only maker of man kind.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
SPOKEN VOICES
PoesíaI wanted someone to take an interest in me not as a pretty face but because I had something to say. I wanted my poetry to feel ugly. When I was a little girl, I was told, little girls should always act like a lady. I had to lose my voice just so...
