Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Knowing Dark Before Light

I was conceived in the darkness of night.
For months I have been walled in a round ring.
I have slept soundly without seeing light.

I have been touched from afar by something.
I have felt vibrations of a cold probe
And for protection held tight to a string.

Sheltering myself quiet in the robe
When I heard her desperate cries outside.
This is all my existence on the globe.

Nobody will picture me as his bride;
I’m icy, without a burial site
After my chance at light has been denied.

Known by all as the one who was not right.
I am one who has known dark before light.


(Dedicated to all of our sisters who are victimized because of their gender.)