This injustice renders my thoughts ineffectual. Forgive me, Lover, and forget my sullen face. Privilege brings us to this place of human currencies. (We) buried our sisters in a glass display, only to evaporate to a toxic skyline - underneath we sell off the bodies.

My body became a graveyard where they buried thirsty souls. Show me your righteous leader; I'll show you the bullet holes. The preacher[i] with the parched tongue and the "God" that he controls: "Shake off the sin! Shake off the sin!" And spit out your cacophony of lies.


I'll climb through your screen and bleed out the image you left in me.[ii]


But God, are you man? Then how do you see me? From where you sit up in heaven[iii], looking down on my hell. My body chokes back.
"I have nothing to draw with and the well is deep - where can I get living water?"[iv]


Enslaved in the "Land of the Free"[v] - my prison is our wedding bed where you left me for dead. You'll leave us for dead. Apathy was our anchor to a digital sea[vi] where you drown in the comfort of our complicity.


Can Love save me? Will Your wrath avenge us?[vii]



[i]Our sister’s captor; Several famous pastor types – names omitted for legal reasons

[ii] Sex slaves forced into pornography, speaking back to our collective male gaze.
[iii] Psalm 115:3; 139:8

[iv] John 4:11

[v] America

[vi] Thrice, 2007

[vii] Deuteronomy 32:35