*written after seeing the performance of "9 parts of Desire."*
She takes on pain
Not her own
And yet it is.
She expresses her pain
And I feel less alone.
And here I stand
Ready to do both
And read my blood
And smack your soul
As hard as I can
For if I don't we are all going to die.
There is nothing less than
The redemption of all
That falls on your ears everyday
As God in all of her many forms
Hopes that you will listen.
It is not to whom god speaks
But who is listening…
What we do
Or do not do
We do to ourselves…
We can only do it if our hearts connect…
If we share our stories…
Tonight my sister told me
About how the woman she was in prison with
Was forced to watch her 3 month old child
Put in a bag with starving alley cats
Who ate her child alive
And she screamed out with all her soul
While the guards recorded the whole thing
To play for her husband
I don't know if the where, when &why would even matter…
I guess it only matters if you care enough
To do something about it.
Apathy is the greater monster I think
Than the soldiers who committed the atrocity
Because we will bemoan it only if it were
Happening to an American on television.