I remember the day you called me
I remember the day you called me
My father’s child
Told me that I was no different
You said that I was the reason you couldn’t dream
That I caused the wrinkles in your skin,
the bruise of your cheeks,
And slits turned to scars
on your left arm
You said that I was the source of all your pain
That resentment and age had grown you weary and thin
But I was the reason you would die young
And how could something like me come out of you
And How was it that she was the one
and not you
Why does he love her
but not you
But why does he hit you
and not me
And has your body become
nothing more than a vessel
to bear
unbearable women
women who will barter for their own
the beauty
That he had once stole you for
And have you given your life to a boy
caught in a fisher’s net
Have you sold blue-lit veins
To cocaine cells
And do your daughters reap the sows
Bonded through poverty lines
And Why doesn’t intoxication last longer
than the nighttime
,as he does,
And Why couldn’t the sun burn you out
like the words spit from his mouth
Why couldn’t I have been the sun
Why was there
no one to protect you
from the man you
once heard as God
And where was God?
Where were the gracious whispers
of time that stole your fulfillment?
Why was there nothing waiting
on
the other side of that track?
And where did you go?
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