her angry mother with the father’s belt,
mother said to,
her father swung that leather strip
or his hand,
“look at me
when i talk to you.
at me like that.”
or he’d ask,
you crying for? i’ll give you something to cry for,”
feel it? i’ll make you feel it,”
and the girl
hugged herself and tried not to cry too much or too little
her mind, “not your fault.
they used to love you.
woman was declared tramp and evicted
that the older woman tell the elder's father
keep his strange words,
so the young
woman walked along the treed, nighttime road
and purse in arms and wept silently
herself, “not your fault.
at-home-alone daughter was raped
by a drunken
chastised her sin,
reclused to her room
evening she whispered her shame,
mother recradled the girl in arms and wept with her,
his mind is
‘with-child’ woman was pounded
stranger who threw his jacket over her head
beaten as he
shrieked, “bitch! bitch!”
her sister held the woman in her arms and wept with her
his mind is
all walk together
and need no
longer cry, “not our fault.
manidoonaateshing-ikwe / phylmarie
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