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)
And there are so many more like her.
A lot of voices are rising, declaring how their lives were ruined by patriarchal entitlement. Thanks for stopping by.
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.
I believe as more women stand up and declare these truths the Y chromosomes will acknowledge the issue.
Wow. Much food for thought here.
Wow! This is so powerful and the fact that it’s true makes it even more so – beautifully written :O) x
Thanks.
Hopefully modern attitudes will make true stories like this a thing of the past.
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
How very sad.
So. Much. Bitterness.
I believe her. All these years later, can’t possibly erase the pain of losing one’s dreams.