I listen into the wind
and the words just come
slow, the story of
a child/a girl-child
a girl-woman abused
stripped of clothes and voice
left to fend for her self
the two or three who should
protect her a part of the pack
leave her alone and stay
with the 99, she stuck
in the bushes of shame
and no way home
I see her there alone
and know she will
want them to want her
and they will choose
almost always choose
the one who hurt her
while she waits
for a ram in the bush
to take her place
while she cry for
justice and no one
hears while she
say, I didn't mean
to be an easy target
to make the 99
feel good about
their silence
what if you believed
Christ was everywhere
two or three gathered
what if you saw him
there
would you still....?
© Valerie Bridgeman
March 7, 2013
POSTED March 8 (DRAFT)
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