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Brigitta Cuadros Jan 2018
At age 7, I was guilty
when I accepted an invitation
to go into the apartment of a neighbor
He smelled of beer as he groped me.

At age 10, I was guilty
when I walked home too late
because I missed the train
He popped out of the bushes
exposing himself.

At age 12, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
tongue into my mouth
because I could not
get away.

At age 14, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
me to sit on his lap
while in my bathing suit
and I ran away from home.

At age 16, I was guilty
when my uncle convinced
everyone that I was a liar
and I quit school.

At age 18, I was guilty
when I gave birth to
my first child,
because I was ignorant.

At age 20, I was guilty
when I saw the cardiologist
in the reflection of a lamp
*******  and the
police laughed at my report.

At age 30, I was guilty
when my employer
trapped me in the elevator
to ***** me, because I
was his subserviant.

At age 36, I was guilty
when I earned jujitsu honors
but risked going to jail
for defending myself.

At age 70, I was guilty
when a neighbor brought
me fruit and grabbed my
breast, because I was alone.

At age 72, I am guilty
of being a ferule woman
for 50 years and for
NOT be silent!
How many times must a woman be guilty for her existence?
DieingEmbers Mar 2012
Teasing sweat with tongue
from forrowed brow
as you cry for release,
your bonds unseen
yet bind you still
as I give you no peace.
Tongue lips well practiced mouth
cause pleasure
close to pain,
and teeth join in
to graze the skin
as I taste of you again.
Subserviant my willing slave
my famine
and my feast,
I hunger still
and always will
for beauty for my beast.
Now bend and break
taste of my ache
my poison and my shame,
now buck and writhe
and feel alive
as I leave from where you came.

— The End —