Shawn L. Bird

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poem-shouting late October 27, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:20 pm
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She’s eighty-nine

and now she tells the story of rape,

of giving up a panopoly of dreams

for the baby boy.

(Shot gun wedding)

Love and happiness can’t be forced,

like sex.

Society forced her silence,

condemned divorce,

when she refused abuse,

and sought in the ashes of her dreams

for a phoenix.

Bitter choices,

dream fragments,

cobbled into a life,

grumbled about now.

Dream stealing beast,

a boy who wouldn’t hear no,

seven decades of curses

don’t erase the bitterness

of loss.



(true story)





12 Responses to “poem-shouting late”

  1. lifecameos Says:

    And there are so many more like her.

  2. kiwinana Says:

    Yes, I would go for that, I was a victim, but no one would have believed me in the 1950’s, it’s only coming out now about women being raped in the 21st Century. Hope you are having a pleasant weekend.

  3. Jim Stewart Says:

    Wow. Much food for thought here.

  4. Wow! This is so powerful and the fact that it’s true makes it even more so – beautifully written :O) x

  5. trentpmcd Says:

    Hopefully modern attitudes will make true stories like this a thing of the past.

  6. Prashant Nawani Says:

    how absolutely horrifying when someone says, ‘why now?’… “seven decades of curses don’t erase the bitterness of loss”
    whenever she speaks… she speaks with pain and truth

  7. I believe her. All these years later, can’t possibly erase the pain of losing one’s dreams.

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