As you walk without hesitation Without gratitude Seemingly without fear
As you walk back to your place of power and privilege You still require her to smile
As you walk past the place of humanity Brokenness Echoes of shattered glass You still require her to smile
As you walk back to your place of power and privilege Her silent screams and muffled dreams are washed away, By the vault of indifference that slams behind you Yet you still require her to smile
She tires of the preparation of containment and suppression But she is the Host The Meal The Entertainment The Pleasure Her belly aches of rich food and white wine. It no longer matters that her soul is absent from this feast
She gathers her body Stained and sweaty from your momentary remembrance of her The violation puddles in quiet places She submits to a place of self-loathing
As she knows that this is not the last of Green Men That will require her to smile