Saturday, December 5, 2009 at 2:35AM Forsaken (Verse) ~ 2009 with Spoken truths flowing Into Two (Art) ~ 2008

Forsaken
in the dark she runs, falls
succumbs to a hot violence
in the light she rises sore
bleeding and bruised
her throat too dry to cry out
the dirt grits in her teeth
she has taken her own
sweat soaked blindfold off
created for herself this
new painful awareness
soul wrenching compassion
with no place yet to go
mixed with an edgy anger
burning with a choking fear
she wants to feel better
know something good
but not even eyes closed
not even when she dreams
name her what you want
she has so many names
pick a language, a country
call her, Forsaken
or just call out for Justice
she will answer all the same
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