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To Miss America 1954 and To Roseanne and To All of the Silenced Voices

my sisters
are speaking
are hearing their voices
are sharing their voices
the screams
of night-children
magnificent voices

my sisters
have listened
are speaking their stories
resounding their stories
the pain
of night-children
no longer  just stories

the shrieking
night-children
being heard by the nation
audiences of silence
hearing children of
shame    night-children of shame

night-fathers    night-uncles
tore into their voices
destroyed their soft-flowers
then silenced the voices
tortured the children
then gagged the soft voices

familiar deep voices came
into their nightmares
night-children   night-children
invaded your nightmares
ear-splitting deep voices came
into your nightmares
nightmares of rapists
whose voices were daddy's
whose voices were daddy's

night-children   night-children
who waken in rages
who waken with voices
who wake the nation
the sound of new choices
new choices    new voices

we hear your loud voices
booming voices   stunning voices
your day-children voices
the sound of your hatred
the sound of your struggle
new voices    new choices
we hear the new choices
the chorus of choices
the power of voices
 

©2000 lisbeth west
written September 21, 1991
 
 

                                     __________________

 

                  thirty
 

you are the twelve year old
child   who daddy
used to lie on top of   his thick palm
slapped over your mouth
you learned not to scream

you are a twelve year old
child   who learned
to pierce your screams    with a needle
you spiked heroin into your vision
you learned not to scream

you are a hundred year old
junkie     the monkey
lays  on top of you    his thick palm
forcing himself inside you
you need no screams

you are that sixty year old
daddy     the rapist
who lays on top of me   your screams
forcing yourself inside me
I learn not to scream
 

twelve year old
children    we watch
from the corner of the room
slapped silent     by his thick palm

©2000 lisbeth west
written May 1, 1992

 

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