A blind eye in my family line denies that it is so
When forced from under his vulgar façade
He admits that he is that low
Why laughter and a joking word
Are used to take away
Why groping hands and choking words
Were never child’s play.
Tag Archives: anger
TRIGGER WARNING! Break the Silence, STOP! The violence!
TRIGGER WARNING: I’m going to post this without using names because I don’t want to be disrespectful but needs to be addressed.
A while ago, I saw this video and it disturbed me. It was encouraging to some extent but the second part really made me wonder what would I do if I were in the same shoes witnessing this happening in front of me. Here is the video. Again, POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING:
I truly hoped that I’d be brave enough to stand up for anyone no matter who it is/was should they forget they have a right to feel safe, to not be humiliated, degraded, or otherwise emotionally abused. I witnessed an attractive young man be told by his girlfriend that he’s a fatty, that if she found someone with more money she’d leave him, but worse, in my eyes (as if those aren’t bad enough) she told him in front of other co-workers that he has dick sucking lips and should go find someone to blow. I said nothing at that time. It really truly bothered me, but I remained silent. Until today.
After witnessing another bout of her abuse, this time not only of this young man but of myself and another person, I went and spoke out against the consistent pattern of abuse found in her behavior. She holds a position of authority so I didn’t feel comfortable confronting her directly but asked guidance from a trusted superior who advised me to report it which I did. As I described what I’d heard and witnessed and the accommodations I’d made to avoid the confrontation I would not be able to restrain much longer, I was scared shitless. Not whether or not I was doing the right thing, but because the last time I reported someone in authority at a former job I held, I was fired.
My point in explaining all of this is because I feel like I shouldn’t have waited to say something. I should have reported it sooner. I should have, but I remained silent. I do not regret speaking out. I only regret that I allowed someone to suffer because I didn’t want to rock the boat. It’s rockin’ now, and I won’t back down not now, not ever again. He doesn’t deserve any less protection because he forgot he had a voice. NOBODY deserves abuse. Absolutely NOBODY!
P.S. This wouldn’t be so short, but I’ve yet to completely process this. I reserve the right to come back to this and revisit it once the processing has completed. (Keep in mind my brain is the 1968 model and may take longer than others.) 🙂
Pass it onward!
When he left, he took:
Every one of my canvases and paints but not the colors
every light bulb in the house but not the light
every shade from the windows but not the curtains
every blanket from my beds but not the warmth
every canned good from my cupboards but not the bread
every animal from their house but not the pets
every gift he was ever given but he left empty handed
every hug and kiss sprinkled with praise but not the love
and I let him go because he asked with action not with word.
Pass it onward!
Common Enemy
We have a common enemy
That hands out shackles of poverty
As Mistresses and Masters of iniquity
Provoking our inequalities
Promoting the division of you and me
Which adds dollars to their bloated prosperity
While we fill their sales on their corporate sea
With no trickle down reciprocity
I work for them and they give to me
Silver pieces for my soul adding up to forty
Which they take back in taxes from me
While claiming this the “Land of the Free”
Then they take food and shelter from our progeny
Claiming that we’re, simply, “Just lazy.”
Pass it onward!
Lost Sunday
Go away.
He sat in the back seat using his hands as a rosary
praying to holy mother Rosemary his sin not be discovered.
The violation of my air space undetected by his stealth
suddenly had air raid sirens blaring loudly,
“HOW DARE YOU?!” upon my radar screen
while I drove away and prayed the guards were adept.
Pass it onward!
Chronos woos Thanatos
Let the heavens encircle me and devour me whole
For there is no consolation discovered in my soul
As I stare at flirtatious Chronos, intimate with Thanatos
Life’s theater curtain dropping embroidered with asbestos
I howl my lamentations, tears are tumbling forth
I beseech every corner: East, West, South, and North
That this play has no finale, that this can’t be the last act
But there in the doctor’s lines printed, it’s a matter of fact.
My suspended disbelief refuses to actualize this truth
While Chronos solicits Thanatos with a mortal bloom of youth.
Their eternal courtship dances on the stage in front of me
I glare daggers at their conduct, contempt at their complicity
Pass it onward!
Rose colored apples
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
buds of generational history
blooms repeat to be the same
pink, red, rosy, given names
Rotten roots lay undetected
Bloody branches disrespected
Refused a haven in the storm
Beaten, battered, broken, torn
Bearing into the furious wind
Dropping seeds, again. Again.
The seeds removed found fertile lands
Grew tall and strong with loving hands
When they bloomed, with rooted shows
They bloomed into a fragrant rose.
The cycle once born is now rejected
crisis averted, genes defected.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
But that does not apply to me.
Somehow there must be A same
But there is nothing in his name
The branches torn where childhood sits
are splintered, demolished. Daddy did it.
He hacked at the bushes with angry words
clashing, lashing, striking swords
No matter what gifts that rose bush gave
it was never enough, but it remained a slave
in hopes that someday, a small reward,
would champion out, three little words.
Mare Martell 
