Where now the sanctity of the female
“Women hold up half the sky”
Chairman’s
book of blood
it told —
one child;
boys are best
there's a good girl
baby sisters sacrificed like flies
soft flowing robes, bodies
paid with gold
babes espoused
choices wed to acid burns
and knives slashing,
while honour is assuaged
black enveloped
letterboxes speak
with silent eyes
outward to
indifferent,
impotent worlds
pubertal
rite of passage
sliced on sordid floor
excision of the maid
soiled
spoiled
virgin garbage
trashed
cared-free
bought whored
for all
open up, shut up
put up
torn and chained
falsehoods whispered
riches promised
innocence ripped
on seedy beds
buckle down
unbuckled thighs
papless
clothes-horsed spindle-shanks
sweep walk—
confused, cloven cleavage
puffed with putty
crows feet murdered
false youth
vanity
“Women hold up half the sky”
said the Chairman
keep your head
below silica heights
clubless dreams
kitchen sinks
red soled shoes
To the holiest of pulpits
you dare to aspire
against the scriptures
written
in long ago times
the Word places the maid
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
raped
soiled
ground
polluted breath
sullied waters
Mother Earth
no better treated
than mothers and sisters
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
the sanctity of the female
over protected
future of species;
and
ship
through the cosmos
Chairman’s
book of blood
it told
of the flies and the
one child;
boys are best
there's a good girl
“Women hold up half the sky”
.