Original Sin
i saw a photo of you in black and blue yesterday,
You who stalked our door twice now in my 18 years.
A strangely impassive mother told me
How you worked there, at the prison
After you did your time.
How long did you sit behind concrete walls?
It was Grandma who told me
Those things Mom wouldn't or couldn't say.
A source of knowledge welled up
With your black crude.
A keen eye sees that on my back
Lie the lives and hearts and bodies you discarded.
i wear the stigma of every act you do.
i kneel, shamed and dirty, with your
Dark oils upon my skin,
Before every woman in my life
And hope that my light shines through
The caked slime you've laid upon me
To scrub me clean.
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