| Rape A year later I look back at that night; a night of dread, of terror. From inside a prison cell, I recall the events that tainted my life. By now, deceit has devoured my emotions. Over time, sorrow became fury, and fury grew into hatred. Rape is such a filthy word, but what you did to me was filthy. Commitment, trust and love obviously did not satisfy your thirst. You always wanted more than you could have, more than you earned or deserved. You didn�t deserve the wailing pleasure; you were never worthy of a woman�s body. Aiming the barrel at your head satisfied my yearlong desire. Pulling the trigger was my ticket to utopia. If only I weren�t stuck in this damned cell; if only I had the God-given opportunity to shit on your grave, to let you eat what I�ve been stuck in for the past year. |
| African Tillage The crisped back of a woman Challenges the sun�s health. The ebony queen works the soil Beneath her hardened feet; Feet disciplined by shoeless miles Bearing not only an infant, But also her callused youth. Thirsty memories Of eight-year-old fingers Delving coal mines; Of ten-year-old lungs Breathing the dust Of elephant bones. A fourteen-year-old womb Bringing forth a stillborn babe, Asleep because there was no Remedy for black famine. Seventeen-year-old hands Mucking through bruised earth, Preparing father�s crypt. As her eighteen-year-old body Toils with drought, with starvation, With responsibility, Her hardened childhood lingers. |
| Questions What are the stars? A. Fairy hearts hovering amidst the Kingdom Is alcohol a disease? A. A disease between the ears, consuming what may lie there Where is God? A. In your shoes, traveling the path of life What causes hate? A. The burning embers of a cigarette What language do animals speak? A. A language of their own; the unaware will never learn What is life? A. An blatant game of charades When will Hell grow cold? A. The sky will darken with tears of the black Can diamonds be broken? A. Only with the sword of terrorism What is time? A. an epoch of persistent laughter Who will induce immorality in our world? A. Orwell's 1984 |
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