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Page 1 of 3 These poems were sent to me from rape and sexual assault survivors.
The Pear Tree
Little girl, sleeping underneath the pear tree In the shade, the lake winds lift your hair. Pretty girl, motionless in the long grass of Summertime, the sweet birds sing for you. Timid girl, waking softly as the evening Sun goes down, and for you paints the sky.
It's dark now, girl. With moonlight comes the frost, your bed now of dead leaves. It's cold now, girl. A lake of ice to swim, The night-bird sings your song. You're here now girl. Underneath the pear tree. Underneath the pear tree.
Toys
Goodnight tattered, moth-eaten Mr. Grizzly, Scruffy, balding, but loyal with dull black eyes; Her devoted threadbare soldier of safety, Abandoned again; she won't be home tonight. Left to guard the shadows cast in emptiness, He stands, bedraggled reminder of times past, And waits for innocence to find some way back.
Goodnight old fuzzy yellow-patchwork blanket Large enough for warmth, small enough to carry. She has found a new world in rich red satin. Now warm another orphan, Feather, her cat. The "cuddly-fluffy" feeling fading so fast, Fight to keep the stitches that made her happy; Perhaps someday, a wish granted, she'll return.
The water was ice and she missed her blanket The darkness was thick and her teddy was gone The world was cold gray when her body was found Good morning blackness, today is her birthday Good afternoon stillness, please read the inscription Goodnight silence: "Here lies daughter. We loved her."
Maquiladoras
The vultures wait in the forbidden tree Watching the shadow of El Diablo His footprints in the sand disappear. She Cursed by destitution returns by slow Prayer whispered in anxious sleep. She too sings Thank you God for this step I am alive.
The light dies in the desert, Juarez brings The demons hunting. She asks Him to drive Away her fear so she can face the night Alone. Watched through midnight shades of ashes She steals along the path holding hope in Clenched fists and quick breath. The vultures take flight - Fill silence with beating wings. He dashes Forth and with her tears he commits his sin.
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