Droit du seignur

Image caught
reflected glass
hair disarray
make up smeared
clown like
abraided knees
glass ground
pain
indescribable.
Knowledge then
no one would care
not a whit
about the rape
of a poor college kid.
Misery
company loved
anguish drowned
agony heroined
lank hair
gray skin
memories
beaten
subdued
beneath
layers of addiction.
How many?
Out there
unaccounted
stories of violation
misogyny reigns
lead by bloated old white men
who still have
©June 6/20
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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