Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Waiting


My Modern Met

Waiting,
Waiting for you,
Waiting for us,
Waiting for the bus
To take me from here.

To take me
To the city.
To take me
From the farm.

The farm
Where he touched me.
The farm
Where he raped me.
The farm
Where Mother looked away.

Mother looked away
Because she could do nothing,
Because she was afraid,
Because she wanted
To hold onto what she knew.

What she knew
Was the farm,
This man who left bruises,
Who provided shelter,
Who provided food,
Who provided.....
Babies.

I was waiting
For you
To give me strength
To wait for the bus
To take me
To the city
To give birth
To you.

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