Detached
You watched me weep with no remorse,
unclothed my nine-year-old virginity,
massaged budding breasts with insane
pleasure as you praised the pitiless
organ that made my immoral youth.
My tiny brown innocence spread
beneath your web, sacrificing itself,
so you would never make
your way to sister’s room.
No matter how many times
I lie down, I cannot forget
the eerie shadows on the wall
in lightness, in darkness
flashbacks of you…
and me immortalized
in my recurring nightmare.
Shawn R. Jones
Reprinted from Womb Rain
(Finishing Line Press, 2008)
Author of the devotional book, Pictures in Glass Frames http://t.co/BxiNwWRG
and the poetry chapbook, Womb Rain,
very sensitive and heart wrenching!
Soumyav, thank you for stopping by. btw, Your photo is beautiful!
🙂 thnx Shawn
I guess I should mention that it is not autobiographical. I write poetry that touches on sensitive family issues to promote awareness about topics people are uncomfortable discussing.
Yeah it would be better ,if you do that..
I usually write in the first person, but some readers do have a difficult time separating the poet from the persona. btw, I am really enjoying your blog!
Such a thought provoking piece which opens the awareness of a real problem that destroys many lives and minds yet to fully blossom! Great message! God bless!
God bless you, too! I am loving your blog!
Strikingly sad piece; one that mirrors one of the ills in our human society. This felt so reaaal!
Welcome back, Uzoma! And congratulations again on your publication!!!! I am glad you felt this poem : )