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I was trained in deceit
now I am listening to the words in my body
honestly tell me
its ok to act without sense
to be a nonsensical, complication of nouns
when men walk by me
I want them to see something
the don’t understand, instead of something
they want to dissect
I inhabited the space
between, I did it and he made me
til I was one dimensional flat
on the back of some man’s hand.
I was trained to believe
that silence is consent
and deceit equals survival
I know a thing or two about scars
see the roadmap of pain link highways,
red and back patters between my sister’s backs
between my brothers forearms
between the faces and hands of my others.
Listen to the words in your body
let them prove