Recognized

Poetry by Jenny Santellano ♣ Art by Jaimie Filer

Scan 5

Recognized

 

Brutality beckons

harsh words

filtered through

slants of eyes

captivated by

carnal cravings

sumptuous taste

of salty tears

luscious lies

 

Your hands

my thighs

hair pulled

forceful thrust

caged in lust

rage

released

recognized

Scan 8

 

Sacred Woman

 

They’ve christened

me a lady, cross-legged,

envied, refined recluse,

 

while the witches

are still burning,

screaming as I dance

 

I can feel their fingernails

scratching at my core

 

I don’t belong in this breed,

but somehow my jagged

pieces fit perfectly into

their pragmatic puzzle,

 

and puzzled I am,

barely able to stand,

yet perfectly poised

 

Complaisant and weary

I’m a withered soul in guise,

fake smile, tied bows,

maimed but pretty

in their eyes

crow

Magna Carta, fuck you

 

Misinterpreted bits of

information accepted

under false pretense,

driven by greedy

hierarchy feeding off

of the naivety of its

servants whose loyalty

is akin to the after-

effect of being shot

by Cupid’s arrow

 

Capitalism is not

a true democracy,

but it is risky to rebel

against a totalitarian

government, and the

nature of human beings

is to accept authority

 

Freedom does not exist

until you resist

 

It’s a lesson the living

will never learn-

Only the dead know

sow

 

 

See more art by Jaimie Filer at http://artofdoom.blogspot.com/

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