Violence

I wrote a poem that I felt compelled to post immediately; it didn't feel right to wait until next week. I may or may not take next Thursday off depending, but in any case, here is my bleeding heart: Violence

Violence is wrought against me. Violence is wrought against me in my body Because I am Born of the Sun and a Woman. Stared at like I'm inhuman, Spoken to like I'm a child, Touched like my body is not mine; The violence echoes in my body. I watch my Brothers and Sisters of the Sun killed in the streets by their "defenders"; I watch Defenders lay slain out of frustration -- retaliation. And the violence echoes in my body. Flex and release, vexed day and night Under the weight, I can't breathe. Everybody is silent. Everybody is silent. Everybody is silent.