Watching Kavanaugh

I told her that I couldn’t speak
above the sound of women bleak
and brave with insecurity
of shamed debased impurity bowed down and meek.

It was the sneering mocking men
who cast me back to what has been.
Fragmented pieces of a child,
abusive secrets heaped and piled and called a sin.

Women never accuse in jest,
we keep quiet and think it best
to find a way to end our lives
before the next time he arrives and soils the nest.

She turned it off and left the room,
I sat with my despair and gloom.
It has been ever so, alone
no witness, only mine to own, a sordid tomb.

I used to plug my ears and sing
la, la, not to hear anything,
but hug me and I’ll back away
I cannot trust a word you say, no, not a thing.

A florette written for #OctPoWriMo Day 3, on insecurity.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

10 thoughts on “Watching Kavanaugh”

  1. Despicable men with warped morals. I don’t remember the date, how old i was or what I said….but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen because it did and it changed me forever!

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  2. In some ways, it’s really wonderful to have it glaringly obvious, in our faces center stage. In others, it’s so triggering that almost every woman I know bursts into tears when we start talking…

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    1. Just daring to speak what has been hidden for so long is immensely powerful. The only way to trust is by taking the painful journey of saying what happened. Exposing the dark pieces to the light.
      And finding people who will listen and hold compassionate space — which at least for me was missing.

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      1. Definitely finding the right people who care enough to listen is important. I tell myself the things I have had to face are minor in comparison to what many other women have gone through. But, speaking out again and again to ones I trust has helped me move on to a place where such experiences do not define my life or the course of my life.

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