Author's Note: This poem's subject is sexual assault and might be triggering. Reader discretion is advised.
_____________________________
you spit
hateful words in my face
like a baseball player spitting chew
_____
it doesn’t matter
to you
_____
sadist
you rape and smile
delighting
in locker room talk
about
that whore
you gave it to
____
and still
stains cling
sinking into bone
_____
you won’t leave it
alone
but rather
throw
angry stones
as if I were
a bird
with broken wings
_____
you laugh that I
can’t fly
_____
Copyright © 04/12/1985 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
Author's Note: This poem previously was published in a collegiate literary magazine and earned that university's high honors for excellence in poetry.
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