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Still there are days when there is no way not even a chance that I dare for even a second glance at the reflection of my body in the mirror and she knows why like I know why she only cries when she feels she’s about to lose control she knows how much control is worth knows how much a woman can lose when her power to move is taken away By a grip so thick with hate it could clip the wings of God Send the next eight generations of your blood shaking and tonight something inside me is breaking

My heart beating so deep beneath the sheets of pain  I could give every tear she’s crying a name a year and a face I’d forever erase if I could just like she would for you or me But how free would any of us be if even a few forgot what too many women in this world cannot and what the hell would you tell your daughter?

Your someday-daughter when you have to hold her beautiful face to the beat-up face of this place that hasn’t learned the meaning of STOP stop what would you tell you daughter of the womb raped empty? the eyes swollen shut, the gut too frightened to hold food it was seven minutes of the worst kind of hell seven

And she stopped believing in heaven mistrust became her law, fear her bible, the only chance of survival don’t trust any of them bolt the doors to your home, iron-gate the windows, walking to the car alone, get the key in the lock like please please, please, please open like already she can feel the five-fingered noose around her neck, two-hundred pounds of hate digging graves into the sacred soil of her flesh please please, please, please, please open already she can hear the broken-record of the defense: “answer the question, answer the question, answer the question miss” why am I on trial for this? Would you talk to your mother, your daughter, your sister like this? I am generations of mothers, daughters, sisters Our bodies battlefields, war zones beneath the weapons of your brothers’ hands do you know they’ve found land mines in broken women’s souls? black holes in the parts of their hearts that once sang symphonies of creation as bright as the light on infinity’s halo?

She said, I remember how love used to glow like glitter on my skin before he made his way in, Now every touch feels like a sin that could crucify medusa kali oshun mary, bury me in a blue blanket so god doesn’t know I’m a girl, cut off my curls, I want peace when I’m dead

Her friend knocks at the door, it’s been three weeks, don’t you think it’s time you got out of bed?  No. The ceiling fan still feeling like his breath, I think I need just a few more days of rest bruises on her knees from begging to forget she’s heard stories of vietnam vets who can still feel the tingling of their amputated limbs she’s wondering how many women are walking around this world still feeling the tingling of their amputated wings,  remembering what it was to fly, to sing

Tonight she’s not wondering what she would tell her daughter she knows what she would tell her daughter, she’d ask her what gods do you believe in? I’ll build you temple of mirrors so you can see them pick the brightest star you ever wished on and I’ll show the light in you that made that wish come true

Tonight she’s not asking what you would tell your daughter, she’s life deep in the hell, the slaughter has already died a thousand deaths with every unsteady breath a thousand graves in every pore of her flesh and she knows the war’s not over,  she knows there’s bleeding to come knows she’s far from the only woman or girl trusting this world no more than the hands trust rusted barbed wire

She was whole before that night, believed in heaven before that night  and she knows she’s not only one, knows she won’t be the only one

Tonight She’s not asking  what you’re gonna tell your daughter,  She’s asking what you’re going to teach  your son

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