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Corner: Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors |
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We are as a road map--cut into a puzzel Some are major cities--some suburbs--and small towns There are highways--linking us to one another Like the arteries that run the blood--in and out of our bodies The deeds have been done--they cut us into pieces Now we are as a puzzel--where do we fit--where do we belong We all interwine--but we are broken--separated--cut into isolation Where do the pieces go--do they fit--do they belong Some are pushed here--some there--but is that where they belong Where do we belong--only a highway of blood keeping us together There is nothing but pieces--pieces to a puzzel They made us this way--pieces--pieces of a puzzel Can we be put together--can we be a whole We are cities--towns--and country roads Can we ever be put together--become whole--actually belong? We were little--just children--why did you hurt us and leave us in despair We wanted you to love us--to hold us--to protect us--to care Why did you wear those robes of blood--holding knives and shooting guns Why did you make us do such horrible things--we wanted to run and run and run We still see you--hear you--smell you--feel you Why are you in us--please--we beg--leave us be Your touches are like knives--they hurt--cutting so deep We see the blood as it flows--drip by drip--then they sleep You built those walls that kept us lost--unknowning to one another Your evil spirit--your vicious remarks--constantly tearing our soul apart You told us we could never speak--never love--never weep You were wrong for we survived--we have talked and loved and cried We wish you the distress that you so deserve We have beaten you--you don't exist--you will no longer be heard We will build up walls to keep you away Your words--your touch--your influence--at bay We are going to beat you--you will not win this war We are beginning to know each other--no longer shutting the door We are going to talk--your secrets to be revealed You can no longer stop us--your power no longer real May God forgive you--we don't think we can We are becoming someone--despite the actions of your hand We are out of the blackness--light is coming through We have been given a gift--whose power is stronger than you© Bren
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