1 poem- "those who raped rosie"

those who raped rosie

 

those who raped rosie

STAND UP!!!

those with her blood

under their fingernails

those whose erections accuse the body

of tasting the sex of horror

those whose erections dream of hurting rosie

those erections accompanied by fists

and feet in abandoned houses

you men tattooed with profanity

whose eyes are running sores

claim this body

this ripped rectum

claim these bruised 30 year old thighs

you men brutalizing the world

you men pissing in corners

you men finding penises beneath your bellies

you men with fistfuls of crackhead flesh

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yes

rosie was an addict

and sold her wicker body for dope

yes

her people claim she’s dead

and yes

she is what we fear from our daughters

that they will come home high

skinny and old

in love with some slow eyed animal

down the midnight street

whose pockets are full of sistuh’s souls

and yes

no one will care that there were five of  you

in that windowless midnight house

and that just because rosie was an addict

french kissing death in the alleys of our lives

because she was painted sadness sat

on corners to ward witches away

because the shadows ached

as they consumed her whole

and examined her desperate stuttering blackness

DOES NOT and NEVER MEANT

that her holes were not private

you cannot have what you do not purchase

half of buying is still giving

and no matter how mortgaged her beauty

or her intellect

no matter what her habit demands she suck

sistuhs always retain the right to be respected

and that assault and pleasure is sickness

 

you men who raped rosie

who kicked in her teeth

and stomped her amid the boxes

you men who ejaculated deep into her blind death

and found fraternity in darkness

who turned the imprint of her ribs and

cheekbones to broken arabic echoing around her floating eye

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