When The Darkness Surfaces

An expanded and edited version of my poetical review of KL Goode's poem, "Cleft Lip Kisses". http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/amendoim1988/1455437/

For 11 years
I endured
Your offensive comments
And body blows
To me.

In the schooling system
Which you got away
With nothing more
Than a tap
Upon the wrists.

Do you remember me
I doubt it
But I do you.

Every time
I wake up
From a PTSD flashback.

My body atremblin'
Curled up
In a foetal position
Tears streaming
Upon my pillow.

Outflowing

And tear logged

From the endless hours

Of tear fall.

And

The little ones

Walking sponges

Dripping upon

The hardwood flooring

From the tears

Spilt upon them.

Taking three days
Before I could say
Without any trembling
My body has recovered
From your abusive memories.

But worse
Are the words
That never go away.

Especially
Those targeting
My sexuality
As an 8 year old.

In labelling me
A gay f--
Who sucks c---s
When I'm not.

Not realizing

At the time.

I was

Hiding from myself

My transsexual

Lesbian nature.

Sigh.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

I know you understand. And really, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter the WHY we are singled out, just the results.

[therisa]

I know, KL, but to an 8 year old child, the why matters, just as much. Sadly, the child internalizes this, until it reaches of being suicidally depressed. A place, I have live, for too long, in my life.