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Between Mothers
PART 1- RAPE
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
Her imagination
That thing that led led to her determination
To care for her helpless child through stolen nights of passion
That thing that she
had been told to leave
The child that lay ripe
within her belly that
She didn't dare to try conceive,
That seed that would end
The labor pains, belief.
believe that she had tried
To let it bleed but relief,
Her loins would try
Relieve the pain nested
within her womb
That flowed to what would
Be her tomb
Between her thighs
Where many eyes
Would loom and
Let lust rise, give
Rise to what would
Be demise
A fate that held no compromise.
HIV hidden without disguise
Afraid, her child would live that life
A life of lies and cries
She left that work but the night gave chase
and she would
Try to run away with pace.
But what is woman to a
Man who purges urges
With a gun.
To steal a night of fun
She'd be the one, tonight
That set his world alight
But deep within her bones
She feared not for herself
But for the child
Who'd hear the moans
The groans that mother owns.
Who'd see his mother stumbling
And hear the helpless grumbling, the
uttering of a pain
That wasn't new, a
darkness darker than the
Hue in which her baby
Had slept that very night
That night,
That night that stayed as still as a tableu.
Where people saw but walked away
where ears would hear but feet would fear
And eyes would only dare peer
Through the doorway that lay so
Very near to that moment that stays so clear
in which one man's joy was met
With a woman's tear
Who was it that night
Who woke her up
up from slumber
Who knocked upon the window
And caused her baby's bellow
She remembers, now she
will hold my her child
That same one that
cried of fear as an animal went wild
That's saw mother's child belief
Came out a baby blue
As her mother clung to life within the ICU
I see you, the man who caused her pain.
Who are you
PART 2- THE REPLY
I know who, to me he isn't just a who just like your own isn't to you. He's the evidence of my nurturing that built his world. A world behind a screen. A place far too obscene. where length now wrote the breadth of what it meant to be a man. A world that showed the only flaw within the women's plan. A plan where girl was now the herald and the man had lost his part where she now chose to go depart and do what pleased her heart yes the woman took her well earned stride but she left the man behind. So chose to leave her be and live a life in fantasy, in games where he could be the hero a world that's just a falicy. I watched him every day as he finally turned of the game but each day I saw it Cleary my boy was not the same. Yes he would claim to ok but teenage jargon had a certain way to potray what he could never say. He tried to do what he had seen and when he failed he tried to flee the scene, the scene hadn't been meant for him. For all his dominance this man is just a teen, who once had been, who once had seen the beauty of the world before it had been showed to him how badly man had erred. This doesn't validate nor excuse the dark mandate that he followed when he gave to you the child you rock so gently but at least try relate and try to meditate on what the use is in us to try to educate a gender that has flown the coop and left society. Yours child os next, unless we bring back our boys, please bring back our boys.
#OpenMicContest
#Rape
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
Her imagination
That thing that led led to her determination
To care for her helpless child through stolen nights of passion
That thing that she
had been told to leave
The child that lay ripe
within her belly that
She didn't dare to try conceive,
That seed that would end
The labor pains, belief.
believe that she had tried
To let it bleed but relief,
Her loins would try
Relieve the pain nested
within her womb
That flowed to what would
Be her tomb
Between her thighs
Where many eyes
Would loom and
Let lust rise, give
Rise to what would
Be demise
A fate that held no compromise.
HIV hidden without disguise
Afraid, her child would live that life
A life of lies and cries
She left that work but the night gave chase
and she would
Try to run away with pace.
But what is woman to a
Man who purges urges
With a gun.
To steal a night of fun
She'd be the one, tonight
That set his world alight
But deep within her bones
She feared not for herself
But for the child
Who'd hear the moans
The groans that mother owns.
Who'd see his mother stumbling
And hear the helpless grumbling, the
uttering of a pain
That wasn't new, a
darkness darker than the
Hue in which her baby
Had slept that very night
That night,
That night that stayed as still as a tableu.
Where people saw but walked away
where ears would hear but feet would fear
And eyes would only dare peer
Through the doorway that lay so
Very near to that moment that stays so clear
in which one man's joy was met
With a woman's tear
Who was it that night
Who woke her up
up from slumber
Who knocked upon the window
And caused her baby's bellow
She remembers, now she
will hold my her child
That same one that
cried of fear as an animal went wild
That's saw mother's child belief
Came out a baby blue
As her mother clung to life within the ICU
I see you, the man who caused her pain.
Who are you
PART 2- THE REPLY
I know who, to me he isn't just a who just like your own isn't to you. He's the evidence of my nurturing that built his world. A world behind a screen. A place far too obscene. where length now wrote the breadth of what it meant to be a man. A world that showed the only flaw within the women's plan. A plan where girl was now the herald and the man had lost his part where she now chose to go depart and do what pleased her heart yes the woman took her well earned stride but she left the man behind. So chose to leave her be and live a life in fantasy, in games where he could be the hero a world that's just a falicy. I watched him every day as he finally turned of the game but each day I saw it Cleary my boy was not the same. Yes he would claim to ok but teenage jargon had a certain way to potray what he could never say. He tried to do what he had seen and when he failed he tried to flee the scene, the scene hadn't been meant for him. For all his dominance this man is just a teen, who once had been, who once had seen the beauty of the world before it had been showed to him how badly man had erred. This doesn't validate nor excuse the dark mandate that he followed when he gave to you the child you rock so gently but at least try relate and try to meditate on what the use is in us to try to educate a gender that has flown the coop and left society. Yours child os next, unless we bring back our boys, please bring back our boys.
#OpenMicContest
#Rape
