victim works 

awwww poor me...

the familiar ringing in my stomach

you on top

til the whine

then you go do whomever you want

confident you wont be caught


i rest

belly down

face in shame

waiting to be saved

by some distracted beast


wrapped in the trauma of cultural denial

another set back for government funds

yet another crumbles

the unthreatened glass ceiling  hovers

not a crack in the bullet proof plastic


we have mounted our shame now

today we will last forever


mother kind and our children

never dragged behind another truck

we rise

our vitality gleaned from the diversity of living tendrils

that wrap intelligently around the ankles of the warped

no good win goes unpunished

we do not win

we BE