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

Am I the consequence of poverty or perhaps a prank gone too far? A plaything to appease a sick mind; 5 thousand rand for a mother's blossoming burden, where drugs speak louder than love. I am locked away banished to hell. Branded and burn't then led to a fold in the hills, like roaches in a darkened hole, Alone Days months maybe years? acid to my face has sealed my fate. That's how they do it - how they hold us here I no longer fight, and my attempts at flight become a whimsical notion Oh how I miss the golden shores of the Cape; the lonely windy hills of Macassar. What language is that I hear - Where am I, Uganda, Bangladesh, Pakistan? I live in a cage, I breathe air and see the sky only at night. I am lost Gone sold I am the dead breathing forgotten Unidentified - untraceable Perhaps hope will someday deliver me from this hell of a denatured face displayed behind a glass cage. A high priced collectors item. Laugh you foolhardy pharisees.