One Day

The silence is my enemy
It tells me what I want to see
The emptiness, so near to me,
You're far from me,
You're gone

Into another world that isn't
Mine to have, the home that isn't
Who I am, or what I want
With you, a part,
I'm lost.

So sing me songs of here and now
The things I long for and somehow
I have because we're powerful
And we'll get there
One day.

Cooption

And we know what we must do without.

It's what we, as women, know,
What we are told,
Our communal strength,
To deny what is right
For what is wrong.

Holy, almost, depending
On what you've been taught --
It's holy;

My whole life
Spent perched
On a ledge of waiting
For self denial
To reveal its treasure
And not once
In my whole life
Does it ever come.

Gone: where?
Why am I no longer here?
Day in, day
Out of myself somewhere else
And wanting more; the wanting
Feeding the money flow,
Feeding suicide.

So why
Is it so hard
To see something you want
And touch it
When it's so easy
And yet,
So hard?

Into the ground

In your deaths I see mine,
My resolve erode under that hand
We know too well
That comes when our back is turned
And "They're doing so well"
Is the phrase of the day
And pushes your face into the cold
Hard dirt where no one
Can survive.

Why do they take us? And am I
Next because I am tired
Of running so hard
In the right direction, I am
Afraid I'll find
It's off a rooftop
Six feet into the ground.