Her legs spread wide open

Eyes staring down at her; he's old enough to be her father

he's young enough to be her brother

she is afraid

Tootsie pops and bubble gum has been traded in for

seven times the pain and seven times th heartache

she is only seven

She doesn't understand why her sister, not really by blood

rather auction her off for loose change in her pockets

Couldn't understand why these men rather turn her sacred place into a graveyard

They ransacked her jewels for all she was worth

At that moment she was Sierra Leone, her inner thighs blood diamonds

She was the mother praying this wouldn't happen to her daughter

Praying that her son wouldn't grow up to be this monster of a man

She was the one screaming and praying in the same second

 

This one from Nigeria, only six at the time wrapped her arms tightly around her body telling herself it is going to be ok

Athough she is a kamikaze of feeliings

Her father and his friend were the Hiroshima bomb and she is ready to explode

This has been going on for seven years

The sneaking into her room

the laying on of hands and of pelvis's

the force silence beating against her heart

She must now speak up, she must now reclaim her voice

 

These two, one from India the other from Hong Kong; she is four the other sixteen

Over two thousand miles away from each other were raped by men over the age of thirty

Both from different places, just twelve years apart

share the same story

They have been greeted by men with stumbling fingers who just happened upon their body's; these girls have died a little inside everytime they are forced to remember this; their bodies a holocaust memorial, because someone hated these girls enough to ruin their temple

 

This is rape that occurs one in every two minutes

These girls were all the 9/11 attack

Their bodies New York

Their monuments; the twin towers

Someone took flight into their soul and never thought to regret it

Bodies pressed up against bodies

Nobody's coming except them, those men

again and again

These daughters are weeping souls with holes in them

Who will soon forget to smile for anything claiming a pulse

So go get the mother's and the father's

and your families

the nation

Anyone you can find

Make this a revolution

And fight for the daughters who had their souls taken from them by men

With iceburg hearts and intruding hands

Take this one to war

Take this plead to God

Because this is worth fighting for

They are worth praying for

And today the law will no longer be silent