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Rubyredheart 7d

No one listens
to the girls, the women

Who will hear their stories?
Who will believe?
Who will care?

The counselor didn’t
“You were old enough to know”
Closest friends?
No, not really.
they’d rather find excuse,
minimize the wound…
The pastor?
he who possibly did even worse?
he who perceives in black & white
& also blames the victim?
(she was drunk?)
(her skirt—too short)
(she chose to be there)
(SEDUCTRESS!)
clearly not the zealous parents,
judgmental.
or the jealous other…he who claims ownership

& clearly not the voters

so I ask, WHO
Who will listen?
Who will hear?
Who will believe these stories dredged
from the depths of pain?

Those fears…nested in denial
their silence…
Those buried secrets
greedily devour heart & soul
while softly blooms faint hope
of a someday when
Enough who care
finally will believe…
…
No one listens
to the girls, the women
…
Believe Them!

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Bekah Halle 7d

I don't know what you want from me...

I don't know what you expect —
If you're demanding me to reciprocate,
Obliterating my freedom, then you extract
All the foundations of connection,
The thresholds of compassion,
All the holdings of collaboration,

Leaving nothing but a series of construction.

#connection #construction #reciprocation

Ranasaman 7d

Untitled

I was not telling
anyone-

I was not
crying-

even me.

Mimi 7d

That night

all tears she wept that night
only proves how pretty her eyes were in the light
No matter when you get sad and upset
know it brings out the prettiest thing you had yet

my eyes were so pretty tonight

Mike Adam 7d

Pebble

Rounded by salt and
Water rolling from
Tide to tide

Inviolate cipher of
All time
Fallen from molten skies

At the beginning

Holding all
Within your elliptical
Mystical mound
Of stone

Zywa 7d

Thinking reed

The dramatic question
..What is
going on with me?
What's happening
in the world around me?

Everything moves
..I follow
and think
about what it means
and the images shift

I bend
..to the wind
which always blows
There is never any certainty
as to what is going on

Thinking reed: "Pensées" ("Thoughts", 1669, Blaise Pascal), section VI "Foy sans raisonnement" ("The Philosophers" / "Faith without reasoning"), Pensée #347 - L'homme n'est qu'un roseau, le plus faible de la nature; mais c'est un roseau pensant.

Collection "Metamorphic body"

#thinking #human