Mother What Have You Done!

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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 Kleinveldt)

(c) Jambiya Kai
Performed by Kim Fester


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