My bones splinter from the echoes of 

sweet nothings whispered in my ear; 

bitter sentiments from a man 

with his fingers down my throat, 

hands pressed over my mouth

—possession. 

Am I a fool to pray for safety under a 

                                                                                             god? 

                                                                                                                                      who does not move me.

Can I be a fool amongst men who disguise themselves as messiahs? 

Are we not all predisposed to crave divinity 

in the midst of uncertainty? 

                                                                                            Would GOD really leave us here to die? 

Who do we belong to when we can not belong to ourselves? 

When our bodies:

beaten, 

bruised,

belittled,

and bloodied                   

—become something to be haunted. 

By him

and his father before,

blood dripping

teeth grinding

vagina tearing

                                                                                   Fuck me for not fulfilling my feminine duty. 

                                                                                   Fuck my femininity.

                                                                                   Fuck me, congressman. 

We never belonged to ourselves anyway.