You will rape my soul of all it is worth to

Then call me money hungry

When it was love you wanted

but refused to give

The white woman takes advantage of undocumented immigrant, headlines will read

and I still empathize, The ignorant woman, who thought we should buy a new garden hose…

how disrespectful! Outrageous! How defiant.

you ARE ignorant

you still believe the poor disabled veteran who has gone through so much pain,

so much suffering

thank you for your service

thank you for your service

you vacuum of all goodness and light

Poverty of spirit lies in your wake

your words will long outlive you

Your children will hear echoes of all the things you’ve said

your name will resonate in the vibrations that never fade

attached to children who remember things that you think they do not

“White woman,

we could have had a good marriage but for your defiant personality,

you never would submit to my authority.”

“We have been married for almost 28 years, I should not still be trying to prove my worth to you.”

“We are not married.”

“Then why did you come to my room last night?”

“People go to prostitutes, don’t they?”

I do not need to be a feminist to see that you have no love or compassion for yourself and are incapable of compassion for others

You hate me for being what you want your daughters to be

You resent me for being empowered the way you want your children to be

After all, “no ship can have two captains”.

Do you even see the irony in that?

Yes some people will hate me for being ‘white’

(whatever your definition of THAT is)

i just didn’t think it would be you

You have done it, you have succeeded,

no more need to cry over slippers in the mud.

You have earned stature and respect in foreign lands.

Now use that power wisely, for all that is gold, has no love in it.

The love must come through the intention, not the gesture.

I carry that burden of my ancestral karma, just as do you.

My grandmother was born in northern Italy and lost her mother at the age of six, and her father a few years later

My grandfather came home from war, an alcoholic, later dying of cancer

My mother once asked her mother, “Why don’t you divorce him?”

Later, my daughter would ask me the same.

I carry that burden of my ancestral karma, as do you.

All homes are broken in one way or another

None of us is special

None of us is special

This time you broke your own home with cruelty

You cannot blame your god for allowing it

When you threw the stone and the bird fell, I watched it writhe, till finally still, and I cried

It was no mistake

You wanted that control over someone else’s life

And you got it, to the detriment of all.

I accept responsibility

as the second bird