"...Yes, I had a mouth, but I didn't have a voice. I had legs, but I couldn't lift them up to you. It took a man to do these things, and I wasn't a man. I was just some other brutish animal..."

-- Reverend Phillip J. Martin
from the book In My Father's House, by Ernest J. Gaines

she said it, but not to them all
one in particular, for real
and that man'll never know
how that girl really feels
demise at the hands of ones who snatched his soul in the night
she wondered what ran through his mind
seconds before one trigger pull ended his life
had deprived her of much in his absence and uncare
she spat on his memory cuz his face couldn't be there
no matter how beautifully said
how delicate, morose and dear
he used not what he had to speak
could not walk
therfore the gift of life given was the only one she'd ever receive from him
at least one half
never, he will never know
how he contributed to widening the gap
as he laid upon the floor, he refused to rise
he refused because he wanted to use the excuse
yes, on that they always lean
but his excuse was of no use on that day...


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