I wore your scorn a lifetime
It was blood in my veins
Dripping on floors where you
Danced to different piper’s tune…
No room for, acceptance of, me.
I didn’t complain, wheedle, beg
But my grief, shame seeped out…
Mere trickle unobserved till it
Became whirlpool which
Threatened to pull, swallow
As I lay mute, unseeing—
Breaths pumped into my
Lungs by machine—
Only then did you notice
We were whole group sick
Unto death…scarred, disabled…
Some dressed in couture denial.
Even so, you hid—my despondency
Your shield—and by unholy smoke
Ordained me family scapegoat.
Spineless, I accepted role…
It’s what I knew…familiar slime
Covered skin, soul.
I wore your scorn…lived
More than half my life as
Mea Culpa for you all.
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