In an epidemic of black eyes
Cyclops people lose.
A right
of passage into womanhood is
a HANDS ON
approach.
A right
hook with a bow tie in the
Vmiddle Knuckle.
L
O
V
E
From index to pinky
And all over her body.
Seeing this from one eye
Is the luck of having two.
"Thank you.", I say.
With half my mouth in silence
As muted screams escape the smothering hand that says LOVE.
This poem is about men who don't acknowledge the existence of abuse. Maybe even their contribution to it for ignoring it. The privilege of being a white man in a country that burns victims is incredibly frightening. Having accountability for your actions and checking others. Violence is everywhere .
