
“We’ve got to get a clearer understanding of what justice is and what people need to feel whole.” – Tarana Burke, founder of the #MeToo movement
RIDDLE
Deep / is not / inside your belly
but a muscled door
forced open
to the other side
of quiet.
Once there
a deep piercing
commands
a long / deep / breath
praying
for the end.
You, Woman, wince
You, Woman, muffle your cries
You, Woman, tense your muscles
You, Woman, purse your lips
trying / to prove / I am strong
when no one knows
you’re IN it.
Peace / abruptly thrown / into chaos
feels like endless thrashing
stuck inside
a tiny closet.
There is no dream analysis
/ not then /
for broken or whole or
falling or flying except
the exit
leaves a tender wound
too shaken
to scream
in the dark.
Wow. Fantastic poem. Fantastic!
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Thank you, Cristian.
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