It started of as flesh…soft, gentle, kind, innocent, loving

Its beat called out to many and many answered to it

Answered to its giving nature…like being in a trance!

Like voodoo

Many used it…

…and abused it time after time…

Time after time after time after time

Time after time it was beaten, stepped on, yelled at…

Raped, burned, abused…deserted.

Many have added a brick to its layers of beauty

So you question me, why are you so hard?

Many have built these layers of bricks…

…with no doors…

…with no key

Just a slither of a crack to keep an eye on the many more to come.

-by J.M. Dec. 2006