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Tombstone-RapePoem-TheSuicide-CertianChoices Pierre Tambale / Tombstone Pit Pat le pluie sur la pierre tambale Mes yeux fixes sur les fleurs Elles sont mortes Comme la personne sur le qu'elle elle reposent Mes yeux yeux qui ne peuvent pas retenir les larmes Sur le blance pierre tambale qui cache une personne Plus que moi. J'ai allume une cigarrette et je l'ai fume quand J'etait assise sur la belle pierre tambale blanche. Et j'ai lui parle Avec elle, sans aucun sujet Apres ca Je suis rentree chez moi, la cigarette morte sur les fleurs. ------------------------------------- Pit pat the rain on the tombstone My eyes fixed upon the flowers They are dead like the person they lay upon My eyes eyes that can not hold tears, fixed On the white tomb stone that hides a person Who is more then me I light A cigarette and I smoke while I sit upon that beautiful white tomb stone And I talk To her, without a single subject But then... I walk home silently, my cigarette dead among the flowers -Meh ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Rape Poem There is no difference between being raped and being pushed down a flight of cement steps except the wounds also bleed inside This is no difference between being raped and being run over by a truck except afterwards men ask you if you've enjoyed it This is no difference between being raped and being bit on the ankle by a rattle snake except that people ask if your skirt was short and why you were out alone anyway This is no difference between being raped and going head first through a windsheild except that afterwards you are afraid not of cars but of half the human race The rapist is your boyfriend's brother He sits besides you in the movies eatting popcorn Rape fattens on the fantasies of the nromal male like a maggot in garbage Fear of rape is a cold wind blowing all of the time on a woman's hunched back Never to stroll alone on a sand road through pine woods never to climb a trail across a bald with that aluminum in the mouth when I see a man climbing towards me Never to open the door to a knock Without that razor just grazing the throat The fear of the dark side of hedges the back seat of the car, the empty house rattling keys like a snakes warning The fear of the smiling man in whose pocket is a knife The fear of the serious man in whose fist is locked hatred All it takes to cast a rapist is seeing your body as jackhammar, as blowtorch, as adding-machine-gun All it takes is hating that body your own, your self, your muscle that softens to flab All it takes is to push what you hate What you fear onto the soft alien flesh To bucket out invincible as a tank armored with threads without senses to possess and punish, in one act to rip up pleasure to murder those who dare live in the leafy flesh open to love. -Marge Piercy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Suicide didn't acknowledge receipt didn't wave goodbye didn't flutter the air with kisses a mound of tinsel gifts unwrapped air mail letters unopened bedclothes rumpled no thank you always elsewhere though it was raining elsewhere though strange-speaking persons peopled the streets the minarets might have been dangerous the drinking water suspect though we at h ome slaved and baked and wept and dialed the phone and hung tinsel ornaments did he marvel did he thank was he grateful did he know was he considerate was he human was he there Always elsewhere! didn't thank didn't kiss toothbrush stiffened cat scratching at the screen car battery dead was that human? went where? -Joyce Carol Oates ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Certain Choices My friend, who was a heroin addict is dead and buried beneath the trash and broken bottles in a prison field He died, of course, because of the way he lived. It wasn't a very good way but it kept him alive. When it couldn't keep him alive any long, it killed him Thoroughly and with great suffering After he made certain choices there were no others availible. That's the way it is with certain choices, and we are faced with them so young. I have few friends and none of them are replacable. That's the way it is with freidns. We make certian choices. -Richard Shelton ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 0 Comments.
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