Spit in my Left Eye

Am I the consequence of poverty? a plaything that stirs a man's virility - a mannequin who boasts her lost virginity. Is this how victims are sold, like monkeys in a darkened cage alone? Perhaps hope will someday deliver me from this hell hole of candy-coated popsicles and dresses too tight for a little girl parading at night - her charred masked face displayed behind a glass cage. my soiled sheet exposed for all to see. What man would want a stained woman like me - Laugh you fools, you foolhardy pharisees who amuse yourselves with my plight - you who cackle as I fight for a moments respite; to breathe with ease. My pores implore you leave me to my own device, to confront this demon that has left me like a creepy crawly thing for life; MOTHERRRRR - other faces are caged not; come face my fate, sticky, seedy, slimy paws....STOP your paws! Laugh you cowardly vipers your day will come! Mother, what have you done! (an excerpt from the play, "RED" by Jambiya Kai/Beulah Kleinve

  My curiosity set out to find a man so praised. Will they cry for us when we are gone? Will they long for our presence and ponder our words after our souls depart Who am I that I should know such a man as you – overflowing in wisdom – a rich spring of restorative lyric you have wandered ground I am yet to tread. My youthfulness know nothing of the places you have scribed and lived. A papyrus painting – a scripted paradise that brings respite in death and bloodshed I know you now, Perhaps I always have. What does it however matter – what matters, is that I can easily find you, to talk about time passing, and not wasting a single moment Like you I too will wait patiently on that ship that carries my bounty of riches And nurse very carefully the flickers of hope in my heart I will reach for you through the glassy visions of the river that cleanses the soul from shards of war At that haven where I can “ dream what I will” The refuge where my “ dreams will