The Lord said, ‘I have seen my people in bondage, and I have heard their cry,’” “I know their sorrows, and I have come to deliver them from the hand of evil men and lead my people out of that sorrowful place, to a land flowing with milk and honey.”
I say this in voiceover as they carry me through the woods.
To save myself from the abusive plight.
Bone-chilling words I would direct at a wealthier yeoman
or a more ambitious female Moses,
who would come as was her duty,
quivering like a leaf,
to bow down to me and ask for my blessing –
to experience a nervous breakdown,
to cast out my humanity when necessary,
to be raped, beaten,
to endure what it cannot be endured,
to survive my evildoers and the whole twisted nazi society
and to become a blooming superhero.
behold the cruel patterns of the past and the future.
do not let the premonitions dry up
to be ready to be picked up
in fear of being forgotten,
while a fluorescent streetlight of Jailer
stare at me with a flaming eye. Aflame in anger.
Due to toxic gases .. public hangings are everyday.
with prayer, as well as participating in pulling a rope, stoning, too ..
Chaotic stoning all day long
paranoically mumbling to myself – The stones, the damn stones…
To wear the wrong dress, to be fertile Unwoman,
forcing slave to die in poisonous colonies to work
until I fall apart, piece by piece of my body
or be sent as concubine from home to home,
to men with their tail a third part of the stars in heaven
and on my head a garland of twelve stars
to be raped in an obscene, profane ceremonial ritual
we, girls are raped at 14 while forcing us to pray to the Lord
unreal, maddened eyes sow fear followed by a raging disease and death!
It hurts being clothe with a moon
As that woman about to give birth in front of the dragon
particular misshapen friend
deal a powerful blow,
with a knife in the chest,
and then to devote insane
and grotesque calls
which left me mute a
and in the most horrific of pain
The blade was laid in the carved bone
and the altar, an ancient image of divinity
will speak the tongue of bones tonight.
that.. Being.. Revelation woman..
Her head peeked beyond all countless spirals
painted much in the same manner,
that way putting herself in the center of microcosm
of all-encompassing universality of nature,
becoming a role model for humanity.
My look at the city was one of prison. I
am here – behind bars.
This is a city in the middle of a prison.
Unless I escape in time.
Into the wilderness as is a desolate place
And full of serpents and scorpions,
“travailing in birth, and pained to be delivered”
The forest unbathed by an ocean of blood
An unhealed wound beneath the hot navel
The unpierced rib in the deciding battle
A lonely nest devoid of it’s eagle.
My mortal body with immortal progeny!
I summon the Heavens to bow down to my tentacles
Folded into a clenched fist!