I love her
really I do
All this bullshit
that I’ve waded through
To hold her hand
like I mean it
To lay in her arms
and feel safe
But her tongue
splits sky like lightening
those who dare to brave open space
Those who let
their wounds see the light
She tells me,
My girl forgiveness is everything
we never turn our backs. I never will. How can I ?
The foundation shakes beneath us.
My fingers lose the grip on her hands.
I really love her…. I do
It’s not his fault he is like that you know He just isn’t right.
I bite my tongue until it draws blood.
Metal in my mouth.
Love thy abuser.
Protect thy childhood predator.
Welcome those whom have harmed you.
Somehow I missed these proverbs
Learning the verse from book that swallowed the traditions
I cringe. Thinkin’ about all these fuckin’ unchecked coyotes
scurrying around our communities
Ravenous. Insatiable. Out for skin and dreams.
We tell the children who to stay away from
Never go to their house. Ever.
tell the women who to be weary of
Don’t pass out when he is around. Don’t be alone with them.
but ultimately we do nothing
Words mean nothing when they drum at our events
when others are forced to shake hands and be nice
when they say prayers for the people
sit around at our parties
invade our community gatherings
The Usurper of Sacred Space
My girl, forgiveness is everything
Doesn’t she know that it’s words like these
that have kept the predators so close to home
She is old. So set in her ways.
We reason with ourselves
Commit internal vows to never perpetuate
but there is new, young, growing ones
who are learning quick that forgiveness
doesn’t .mean. change.