Torture

Beloved Chariot,

How have you Lived through all this?

All this Aggression,

Morphing and exceeding the physical Limitations

Entering realms even I’m only discovering now,

and those that are still Unknown to Me,

Womb, Belly, Hands, Eyes,

My Body is my Witness,

When the day the Trumpet Calls upon my Soul,

My Being will bare witness to all that spilt out onto Her,

All that, they Did and didn’t do,

Words, Mouth, Control,

Isolation,

Limitations, Hands, Marks, Curses

Eyes observed everything I did wrong,

And, I, observed and witnessed Atrocities,

Not only those that occured upon Me,

But Upon those closest to Me.

They did Us Dirty

We were just seeking Love.

Begging for Help

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