We talk daily about stemming the spate of violence against women. We pay lip service about punishing offenders, but when is justice really served. When a judge sentences a privileged white man to six months in prison for brutally raping a woman what message is that sending to others like him? The Judge in the […]
via WHEN WILL WOMEN GET JUSTICE — MARVA SEATON BLOG
Thank you. There aren’t enough people talking about this. There aren’t enough people angry about this and it may feel that it doesn’t matter, but it’s another step, and womyn’s rights are getting somewhere.
Brandished wildly
Desecrate by
The same dumping ground
You’re still, silent
But you’re howling
Ice cubes melt
From your face
Frigid, moist
Engulfed in tides
He is
Submerged
Moving one with the
power, one with
Hate.
He thinks about what
It’d really be like
To dominate
He holds the devil
So close when he dances
I can’t tell man
From beast
To live in that strange,
Dark continent
Watching, waiting,
To sprinkle the sand
over her eyes
He’s embraced her dark corner.
He violated those dark corners
A dream of what
Could have been
Burning in the oil fire
Convention begets violation
From the law
To chivalry
To the gilded athletes,
Devouring, dissipating
Our children’s survival;
Our future
But it’s convenient
To stay in your
Burning home
When it’s cold
Outside.
And the judge doesn’t bat a lash
Sewing the stitches
Through the labia
Of woman’s humanity
And releasing
Mad, parched dogs,
After a night in the pen.
For the growl is heard
At all hours of the night
And her figure is ravished
Perforated teeth mark turf
As he chews on her
Under the guiding hand
Of “justice”
