Catherine

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My daughter's name is Truth
My internet browser asks me to vote,
“How sexy are these blondes? Vote now!”
Everyday it asks us, tells us
to vote, to rank these women’s sexualities...
Which you, one of you, ten of you, a hundred of you, before she was 10,
made sure, to slaughter.
But you want me to vote... you want us all to vote,
to rank, to appraise,
on every street, in every office.
You solicit us for votes...
Ask us to rank stranger’s sexualities.
Sexualities that you were NOT invited into,
sexualities that were NOT offerings to you
before somebody forced her to.
Sexualities that were sacred once,
private, once
maybe for some of us
You ask me to vote, to rank...
“Is this aim buddy hot or not?”
You ask, you plague, you haunt us,
you evil program of programmers programmed to program,
and programed to program me
into invading, exposing and exploiting these women’s sexualities.
Have you the right to transform your daughters into whores?...
NO!
You are not invited
this sexuality is not for your use, voyeurism, or prostitution.
I have known them,
women, yes, I am one.
My browser may not know this, but
I have known them, them who are the majority
stripped and raped by the age of ten
I have known them,
sold off by their fathers, their boyfriends, their "pimps"....
You people who steal their souls
who strip them naked
who take away their voices
you make them victims of your atrocities.
You take ownership of them like your god meant them no rights
as objects to be traded....passed around, beaten up, strung out, silenced
packaged up, for sale
In every city where every sacred woman birthed them,
gave them life from sacred vaginas, uteruses, fallopian tubes and ovaries
from which all human life springs.
Everywhere our sacred daughters, our sacred mothers our sacred wombs are desecrated, humiliated, tortured & raped,
brutally owned & successfully broken
You break us so young, because you know
grown we can overpower you.
You divide us, because you know
there is power in our numbers.
I have known them. These women you raped and then called whores.
I have known these women, most of them were just little girls,
you raped them, took them as your own to abuse,
terrorized us,
You ask me to rank them, (everyday)
Define this woman’s sexuality,
-Public Poll-
Define her
"hot or not"
Hot means she’ll never be respected, free or safe.
Not means she’s worthless, much less than human being,
she will never be safe.
I have known these women.
These women you call marginal,
the majority of us,
those you have taken, those you have sold,
those you have raped in groups with knives,
those whose deaths you never show on the news.
You train even us to help your cause,
you teach us how to help you,
to whore out our daughters, our sisters, our mothers, our wives, ourselves
But I refuse
You ask us to rank them,
Define them, define their breasts, define their asses.
Define their sexualities as if you know anything about them.
Go ahead define beauty you can’t see
define the sex appeal of deadened eyes of lost souls...
Go ahead you “Sons of bitches”
you “Mother fuckers”
You traders of human flesh,
But I refuse to help you
I will not assist you in your crimes against humanity and your own god,
Your crimes against all that is sacred and the sanctity of the wombs that gave you yourself.
I will not be your accessory.
I speak now, on behalf of all the women on the Earth, our sisters and our mothers
And on behalf of all the sisters and all the mothers in the world
I tell you
WE WANT OUR DAUGHTERS BACK