My Backbone
[from my gallery]
My backbone has been broken:
I can no longer stand straight.
If I stand a bone pierces me,
If I bend beyond stays there.
I can no longer stand in the field of the eminent,
No one listens, not even trained teens.
They say my teeth are good on family grounds.
I have stepped on shame and shame has shamed me shamelessly,
Our fathers say the thing in between a man's leg
is not a plaything for children;
mine is like clay in the hands of these children.
If I beat them their parents throw phlegm at me.
A rag for the cooking pot does complain of blackness.
Let me bear in silence the stones of the unsilent ones
While I wait and wait for the wheel of timid time to turn times.
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