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Corner: Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors |
Ritual Abuse,
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She waits in a white, padded room for them to come.
For them to put her out of her misery,
For death to come,
For freedom to come.Why is she here,
What did she do?
She never hurt anyone, never tried to.
But then one day they came:
They --
With their van and their straight jackets,
Trying to comfort her,
Trying to control her.
She hated them.Balled up in a corner,
Rocking back and forth --
Back and forth.
What will happen to her, she wondered.
When and where will it happen?
What did she do to deserve this?I'M NOT CRAZY!!!
She longed to scream it at them,
To explain to them that she didn't belong here,
And that she would be alright.
But she couldn't,
And even if she did --
They wouldn't listen.
They never listened.
She hated them.No! She screamed,
The voices,
They were back.
Telling her what to do and how to live her life.
Why don't you just leave me alone,
Let me live my life in peace.
Maybe then I could leave this place! she screamed.
They never went away --
That is why she was here.
Those damned voices.Why did they choose her, she wondered,
Why couldn't the choose someone else to torment?She never use to think that she was crazy,
Not before --
When she was working at her job,
And living a normal life.
Sure she had voices,
But what was the problem?
She didn't hurt anyone,
And no one hurt her.What about those rapists,
And mass murderers,
Why weren't they in here?
How come they were more sane than she was?
Sure they didn't have the voices in their heads,
But she didn't destroy the lives of thousands.Who's really crazy here,
The free,
Or the insane?
Some of the insane are crazy,
But some aren't.
Some of the free are sane,
But some aren't.Why should the rapists,
And terrorists run free,
When perfectly harmless people are locked up behind padded walls everyday.
Everyone is crazy in their own little way,
But only the dangerous people should be put away --
For without craziness then what is life,
For life is crazy and therefore the people in it are crazy.
JL
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