POEM: RAPE POEMS

photo by Alex Lear

 

RAPE POEMS

(for C.C. and C.E.)

 

 

 

#1

         “the thing

         about it

         was, i knew

         the nigger”

 

a “good” rape happens

all the time,

 

you know him

 

it has been a good

date or a bad one,

you’re sober or slightly

glowing or tipsy, rarely

high or drunk, mostly

straight awake

 

at first he’s

insistent,

you say no,

he hesitates

 

but then the time comes,

the bogart begins, the

hands ruff on your

body, the methodical

pressure to make you

give it up

 

in the movies there is

always this mean magical minute

when each woman’s resistance

melts, her semi-serious

pleas of “no” and “don’t”

turn to methodical breathing

and clothes peeling off

in soft piles of nylons & synthetics

with a searing hot

french kiss

 

but this is not the movies

all you feel is pain,

as this man violates

you, again and

again

 

it is not passion nor pleasure

but pure physical pressure

that forces your

submission

 

suddenly you are not even

there, he is over your body

in your body

but you

you are not even there,

 

only, for truth

you are there

right there getting raped

 

afterwards you wash yourself

and douche but do not cry

and seldom call the police,

after all it happens

to lots of women

all the time, why

feel sorry for yourself,

you’ve been raped

before

 

and the thing about

it is, you thought

you knew the nigger

 

 

#2

your husband, your

lover, your duty

 

it is

no less a crime

when he makes you

do it, invoking

the finalness of his fists

the holiness of his husbandness

the whoreness of your wifeness

 

sailing smugly

and nonchalantly

through your body

like as if his penis

and a piece of paper

(with some judge’s signature

endorsed by the state)

gives him omnipotent license

and unlimited rights

of passage through

the waters of your vagina

 

but then this rape

(like most rapes

in this society)

this rape

in the final

analysis

 

is legal.

 

 

#3

few men know

how it feels to get fucked

 

to lay there and take

it in and out

when you don’t want to

 

maybe in the prisons

and behind bars

when dudes turn out

young males

 

but on the streets

and in the bedrooms, in

back seats of cars

and office suites

around the world

 

few men realize

what rape

really is

 

 —kalamu ya salaam