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Equality At the Hands of Men

Man so mighty and wise
still has to define this
that another living being's life
has the same value as his 

Boasted, brazened
written in stone
raised above 
these highest places 
where power reigns
crushing down  
in white 
clenched fists
gripping so tightly
to "history" 
squeezing 
draining the meaning 
out of good intention

Those stones are weeping
as grass grows quietly around the edges
The future
chipping
crumbling
forgotten

Differences 
are best listed
to be used like lines in the sand
some seen on the skin
most are though beneath 
tracing 
tearing 
a cross marking
the surface
this land of the free
that the privileged paid for
from sea to sea
with the lives of lesser men
and their women 
up for "grabs"

The women
best when big breasted
beautiful and begging
feeding their daughters
dreams of a better tomorrow
when that white clenched fist 
stops squeezing her tits
before slapping 
lips against her 
drooling over her
in her ear
whispering 
something sweet 
like 
"Honey 
you're mine"

What lines of defense
Those lines lie on paper
written, signed and etched by those
elected and chosen
statesmen stating authority over your body
their dolls
their toys
smiling
serving their purpose
the good Word stenciled in stone

Equality
carved out in flesh
fresh cadavers 
swept under the rug
serving their purpose

Gravestones weeping
as grass grows quiety around the edges
The memory
chipping
crumbling
forgotten

Keeping their hands clean
they wipe their mouths red
blood on their stained sleeves
the polish from their shiny shoes sully 
the stars 
and stripes 
stripped of the value they once held 
when they stiched us all together 
and brought so many strangers home

How white clenched fists
hold power and privelege 
held so high in esteem
like our stars 
and stripes
teetering, unraveling 
the threads shaking 
as if stripped naked 
and forced to wave 
above that Capitol Hill
pivotal 
and still
unchanging
unmoved

Our Lady
liberty 
holds a tattered gown

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Woman In 2017

Fight hard 
as long as you're not too defensive
or worse, stronger than him
so we can't tell that he hit you
so we don't have to pick up your slack

Speak your mind
as long as your voice isn't louder than his
or worse, too assertive or contradicting it
so you say something worth listening to
so he can get his word in edgewise 

Make it rain
as long as you don't make more than him
or worse, take his
so you're not a gold digger
so you can't get out from under his umbrella

Be a damsel
as long as your inevitable distress doesn't cause unrest
or worse, distract from his 
so you know how to fend for yourself 
so we don't have to hear you whine

Stay in shape 
as long as your muscles aren't too bulky 
or worse, bigger than his
so you're easy on the eyes
so you don't hurt his pride

Seduce sweetly
as long as you're not a slut
or worse, a whore
so he wants you
so you think that's what your worth is

Make this house a home
as long as you don't forget who makes the bread around here
or worse, forget to put his dinner on the table
so that you're a good homemaker
so that you have no valid claim to what he makes

Be everything
Be nothing

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Star Gazing

How distant
stars sizzle, streaking
in your eyes

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Un Matin Froid

Dans une teinte
rose
la vie explose
L'arbre frémit sous son écorce
noire
Comme des vaisseaux sanguins
qui s'agrippent au foie
ses branches serpentent
s'écartent et s'emmêlent
pour atteindre le ciel
et ramener de la vie
à la terre
aux racines
qui s'étendent cachés
sous le pied


-- TRANSLATION--
In a pink hue
Life explodes
The tree shivers under it's black bark
Like blood vessels
gripping the liver
it's branches winding
seperating and twisting around each other
to reach the sky
and bring life back
to earth
to the roots
that spread hidden
underfoot

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A Hot Breakfast

Desire beats down
cracks my lip
splits it open
like legs in wanting
The taste of iron turns sweeter
with every bite of the apple

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Duality

As each branch stetches upward
toward the light
ever reaching
Is so every root
digging deeper down

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Way Unto Sleep

Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Way off key
Way to forget the bottle of wine
Wine and dine 
Wine stains the tablecloth red
Red and orange fires flickering  
Red ribbons tied 
Tied for first for buying the worst one
Tied string around the honey ham
Ham basting
Ham baking
Baking cookies cut to shape
Baking for days
Days of winter
Days of laughter
Laughter bounces
Laughter like a hug
Hug each family member
Hug each friend
Friend I am glad you came
Friend I am sad to see you go
Go out into the night to sing carols
Go to see if the neighbor needs help with the lights
Lights sparkling in the window as dawn dwindles
Lights are cheerful even when no one is watching
Watching paper shredded fall to the floor 
Watching the snow fall 
Fall down and make an angel
Fall into his arms
Arms wrapped with hands clasped aound my waist like a bow
Arms full of colored boxes
Boxes of candy and chocolates
Boxes of toys
Toys that need batteries
Toys that we have to share
Share your deep stare
Share the last piece of cake
Cake shaped into a red velvet hat
Cake covered faces
Faces with dimples
Faces wrinkled
Wrinkled napkins
Wrinkled slacks worn the day before
Before we close the door one last time
Before we go to sleep
Sleep is heavy, calm and warm 
Sleep teeters on the edge of a steaming mug
Mug
Warm

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Barefoot

Can the sole
striking, dragging, lifted 
still be considered weary
if just only because
allowed to stand 
and pause

This dance, a slide and lilting twist 
that bends forward in time and scale 
may numb

Skip a beat
to rather grow sore and stiff
cracking and shifting to adjust to the pressure 
measured in a smile that carries more weight than the pain
shifting the balance 
for all this moving 
forward marching 
is our greatest privilege

I'll take these necessary steps

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Le Souffle

Ce réveil 
est lent
Ces instants qui se suivent sans décompte
Comme un levé de soleil distant
Il s'approche 
Baigné dans une rose chaude
cette fleur ne pique pas 
Non pas cette fois 
"Ne la haïs pas".
Chaque inhalation mécanique 
Une main qui guide le regarde effleuré
Les paupières s'ouvrent 
Dans une noir paisible, dans le pénombre
Le regarde et les mains invisibles
ne sont plus les miens
Avec le souffle
Je me lève

--TRANSLATION--
This awakening
is slow
These uncountable instants filing one after the other
Like a distant sunrise
It approaches
bathed in a warm rose color
This flower does not prick
not this time
"don't hate her"
The mechanical inhale
a hand guiding the brushed gaze
Eyelids open
in the peaceful blackness, in the darkness
The gaze and the invisible hands
are no longer mine own
With a breath
I arise

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The Portrait of a Lifetime

Trace an outline
blending shade into the gaps between 
the teeth chewing on age-old leather
hungry for more

The empty spaces highlight
the contrast in a wrinkle 

Pieces of skin burnt
hanging off the brow 
disintegrate 
dripping as if wet paint melting
beading like sweat or blood at the corner of the mouth 
sticking the tongue out to taste

Repeated scratches make dark circles 
puddling under the short lashes of the lower lid sagging

Where the abstract eye smiles
the drooping jaw cries
as dead hair grows in patches of cactus and thistle 
A disturbing image of shedding in an arid landscape

The rebirth that only death can bring
Tears like rain water the seed

While running from the spectre of day
painted faces claim to see shimmers in shadows
yet refuse to turn and look to check 
what's really there

Seeing color beneath the cracks of paint chipping on the canvas
like a hidden door in the wall
or a book bound collecting dust 
until that that moment when opened 
for the first time in ages
taking a step inside the storyline 
coming back to life