VIOLENT WHIMS
So much is being aired out these days, and abusers are finally being awarded the chance to come out of their darkness and make it right. Yet, with this
movement of honesty and raw vulnerability, I see people tuning it out. I hear people patronizingly dismissing the ‘stories’ of victims. If we’re worried about
the perpetrators, then we should allow them the freedom to step into the truth. Nothing is gained by mouths being gagged.
I will never be one that will turn other cheek, no matter the river of grief I will bleed:
Unlocking my mind
To the devil’s defilement
Corroded requirements
Of heaven’s divine missus
Bark if you may
Come let’s watch her decay
With her lips growing pale
And cheeks sunken away
Soon she’ll be of no use
To her former abuser
He will tie up the noose
At her forfeited youth
Or the bastards that rule
At the prestigious schools
Women rowing in loops
And forgoing their fuel
Not a hint of a lion
A courage denied by him
Burned with his violent whims
Churning the fire within
Humiliation
And deep degradation
Leaking blood of the station
Of men with persuasion
We know power corrupts
And it leads us to lust
With a sweet primal hunger:
Destroy and destruct
Boys grown to be men
Playing grown-up pretend
Firing shots from their belt
No impulse for amends
Bless be to you
Who was rightly accused
A new life you can choose
If you fly by the truth.
written by cassidy