Reality Is Poison
It was after giving birth to three
I realized this was a torture chamber
try to correct the cruelty of our society
and you shall be punished.
Try to ignore it
and you shall go mad.
There are beautiful moments
where you will be celebrated
even if it is kept under a table.
We have learned that perpetrators of rape
are celebrated by ridiculing the raped
until we realize the jungle is where it all began.
If you write about the injustice
you shall be accused
of something
lying, hatred, seeking attention
hating men.
This is why there is no empathy
anywhere and why any criticism of
working class, women, children
dogs, cats and butterflies
is wiped clean off the board
why power has become
the only thing we fight for
dismissing all the colours
in the crayon box
and why we destroy our home
this universe
trying to put it right.
Janet Vickers
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