Writing the words

i'm gonna write the words you hold in your hands
with your head tipped back
off the bed
while women and men
roam your native lands

i'm gonna write the words waiting on your lips
swollen and red
while they hold your hips
stamping.
burning
engraving
'i was here'.

i'm gonna write the words that you
hold in secret places
where you go
when your private space
is entered
and you are left
violated and left dripping
with them.

i'm gonna write em on your chest backwards
so that every morning,
when you stand naked in front of a mirror
you'll be reminded.

i'm gonna write em between your legs
so they can see them too,
the ones who pay attention,
and they'll heed the warning
and learn you
and respect you
and know you
and never ruin you again

i'm gonna write em on the inside of your eyelids
in black permanent marker
so at the end
when the light finally shows for you,
before you let go,
you'll know it was all real.
you'll know it was all the truth.
and i was there always writing the words for you.

12:39am
august 3rd, 2007