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How young do you have to be
before you begin a life of misogyny?
Where do you go after you abuse
a Woman with your fears, profuse?
Who deserves to be called any name
thanks to small minds, already insane?
What rights have I to further protect
myself; from ignorance that they project?
Why would any heart hurt another
especially that of a loving mother?
When will sick societies children
be accountable for abusive infraction?
Katherine Marion
p.s.
I was shaking when i called the police.
The abusers were a mere 13 years old.
Videotaped from my bedroom, as they rallied beneath my windows, calling me - incessantly on my home phone - and leaving disgusting messages, that no parent would be glad to receive or know that their blessed children had left another loving mother.
Today, is the day after ..
And, i am reeling.
Then, again - to write about this civil abuses is far better and braver than to rail against a sick society in the far from magical making.
That these 4 - once upon a time, innocent children - young abusers find themselves allowed to make to a kind and loving soul, who mas already been hurt way beyond measure.
Thus, these series of poems and letters I so solemnly swear to write - with purest pleasure.
Besides, it hurts to much .. to eat the pain.
Guess, I will share ..
Besides, it is an awfully big poo pie!
k.m.
before you begin a life of misogyny?
Where do you go after you abuse
a Woman with your fears, profuse?
Who deserves to be called any name
thanks to small minds, already insane?
What rights have I to further protect
myself; from ignorance that they project?
Why would any heart hurt another
especially that of a loving mother?
When will sick societies children
be accountable for abusive infraction?
Katherine Marion
p.s.
I was shaking when i called the police.
The abusers were a mere 13 years old.
Videotaped from my bedroom, as they rallied beneath my windows, calling me - incessantly on my home phone - and leaving disgusting messages, that no parent would be glad to receive or know that their blessed children had left another loving mother.
Today, is the day after ..
And, i am reeling.
Then, again - to write about this civil abuses is far better and braver than to rail against a sick society in the far from magical making.
That these 4 - once upon a time, innocent children - young abusers find themselves allowed to make to a kind and loving soul, who mas already been hurt way beyond measure.
Thus, these series of poems and letters I so solemnly swear to write - with purest pleasure.
Besides, it hurts to much .. to eat the pain.
Guess, I will share ..
Besides, it is an awfully big poo pie!
k.m.
