No one dare come near me
No one dare touch me
With hands of slime
And mouths of lies.
My ears hurt
My uterus screams
My skin coils
With the slightest touch
Even of healing massages
I’d once loved.
My world is tar
Sticky and dark
Rancid and hard
Keeps breaking under the weight of unbearable loads
Loathsome to myself
Relentless disposition to harm
This is my everyday.
How’s that for an answer
When you ask if I’m okay
Because you care.
About me.
Yes.
All you care about is disguising your truth
Mere consolation for your shame and guilt.
Speak the fuck up!
You burned these ears that can’t hear you.
Stand the fuck up!
And find a way to get through
Past these gates and walls you helped build.
– Ramona Arena 2016.
(Awoke and wrote this in the wee hours of morn, on 13th December 2016.)
RA 