The Locust
You have left your carnage upon my life
like a plague of locust ruthlessly devouring
the life filled crops of what use to be my soul.
This life that you overpowered fights hard
to pick up what's left from the dirt
where you savagely feasted on it.......
leaving nothing but a few table scraps.
You have tainted this once rich soil of mine
Where life sprang forth with a lightening
quick pace, leaving me afraid to sprout again.
There will be no rich autumn harvest this year,
and I fear the children will starve.
You took my bounty of life in your greedy jaws and
chewed, gnawed, and mutilated the essence
of what use to make it grow so abundantly.
Now, the strength that I carefully hoed,
lies bleeding, struggling, replaced by fear and humiliation.
I feel so filthy, barren, and lifeless trapped without sun.
I see my beautiful flowers sad, weeping, withering,
dying, unable to exude there amazing fragrance....you took that too.
When you raped me, you raped all of womankind.
You raped my friends too, for now the beauty once enjoyed
will be hard to find among the ruins of my garden
that you left shattered, and scattered, completely infested.
You did not rape me just once, you raped me a thousand times.
I will never forget the night that you drove me with your anger and fury,
like a swarm of starving locust, to an early winter's grave.
I dedicate this poem to all survivors of sexual assault
Who's watching...
Exqueeze me?
XENO, Lip, or Look