Poetry
This article originally appeared in Southern Exposure Vol. 11 No. 4, "'Not No Easy Business:' Interviews with prostitutes." Find more from that issue here.
The following article contains references to sexual assault.
Listen!!
Listen To Me!!
they've poisoned the water
we can no longer drink the water
they've stripped the trees of foliage
they've stripped the beaches of dunes
and wage daily war against the rainforests
they are killing the seeds of the future
already the fruits of the earth grow twisted
and deceptively plentiful to the eye
our bodies reek
we are afraid to bathe
in the poisoned waters
and the fingers of our grandchildren no longer number five
Please Listen!
they are terrorizing our people
with their barbarous medicine
with their shiny implements of death
and noxious drugs
the mother's breasts are dry
the babies are starving
they've poisoned the very womb
and hear me now
they've poisoned the minds of our people
some among us even bow down
and worship the monster
who devours the flesh of our mothers
drinks the blood of our fathers
and defecates destruction for our children's children
and o my earth my mother
poisons your sweet waters
so that the grandchildren's fingers no longer number five
Can You Hear Me!!
i say we live in fear
there are those among us wearing our faces
who have been trained by the enemy
to blind the eyes of our sisters
steal the hearts of our brothers
rape our daughters and teach our sons to kill for money
have we no shame
and haven't you seen
that the hands of the children
are not like the hands of the old ones
that the old ones live alone
at the mercy of our enemies
and it is not to our comfort
that they cannot see
that the grandchildren's fingers no longer number five