You Can’t Know Everything

About my own life?

If I can’t know about my own life

That means I am enslaved

But I am supposed to believe

That this is “right”

Because those abusing me

Claim this is how it should be

You think you have the “right”

To play with my body

My life

My progeny

My memories

But I don’t have the “right”

To defend us

Like you always say you are doing

What hypocrisy

The truth is not in you

We all know where this story leads

It’s what got Jesus martyred

And his family hunted

With impunity

I’m not going down the same road

I’m doing this cycle differently

If you knew who you were

You would to

Then you wouldn’t be obsessed

With dominating me

My progeny

My family

My entire community

What a shame

Shame

Shame

Shame

What will your own progeny think

Mine know who they are

Regardless of the trauma

Your forced on them along the way

Whatever they think of me

They know I would NEVER hoodwink

Or slander

Or lie

Or dominate unjustly

If I have to defend

That’s a different story

Call me Hulk

I’ll turn into a completely different state

But I have control

I learned it in the extreme

Being tortured by those men you claim

Were the best of the best of the best

While they raped me from pre-K

Onward

Until their last days

Disgusting things

Seated in high places

Claiming sacredness

And usurping authority

SHAME