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Blue and partly broken
man has taken her flower
made a poison of sex
before she ever had a chance
on the vine
in the sun
but no worries,
“her injuries are minor”
a reblog in honor of Blue Monday
We belong to the powers that be. We belong to the city.
We are taught to obey society’s rules to keep the status quo safe and secure.
We have years of brainwashing and conditioning fed to us by others who themselves have been brainwashed and conditioned. We belong to a government that distorts the facts and we blindly accept them.
Force doesn’t have to be used because we go along with it. After all it is “for our own good.” You can try to deny it or just embrace the truth. But don’t kid yourself…they will use force if necessary.
They aren’t the only ones at fault, all of us who quietly acquiesce, afraid to jeopardize the few comforts and rights and privileges we have, are also to blame. We have to see that we are playing a part in our own destruction.
Has the time for defiance passed?
Is there any point looking forward?…as there is no going back…
We belong to the city. We belong to the state. We belong to ‘our’ government. As a song says, “we are all just prisoners here of our own device.”
“Take the gun. Better to have it and not need it…”
She shook her head no, as she sharpened her knife and slipped it back into her pocket. “You know I detest violence, but a girl does have to defend herself.”
“Well, until something drastic happens in this world to change things, it is never safe out there. Especially alone. Especially at night. Especially if you are a woman.”
“Exactly right. I’ll call you when I get there so you can stop worrying.”
“I’ll never stop worrying cause you, my love, were born a girl.”
embraced their insanity
“loved” with brutality
made home a monstrosity
or at least in the vicinity
she had to get away
or be lost in their depravity
baptized by poetry
words strengthened her immunity
to escape her biology
to leave them in her history
a change in geography
gave her new opportunity
to make a new reality
and write her own story
a band of gold around your finger
shouldn’t feel like bracelets made of steel
you should feel his arm around your shoulders
not his hands around your throat
that is not love
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