exploitation
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The Monster in his Brain
As a child,
He would smile.
He was not wild,
But mild
And quiet
And kind.
Perhaps this was the way it was always supposed to be
Me at the bottom, the very last ladder rung
and everyone else looming above
scrambling in that
The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti
Hurt tremendously and disturbingly
The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Hispaniola
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Santo Domingo
Hell in Bohio, Hell in Quisqueya
Look at me up and down as
You lick your tainted hungry lips
Does my meat not appeal to you?
Does my pale skin not make your mouth salivate?
As I put my body on display for you to
Oh do I crave
That final exhalation,
The sweet breath that topples my empty frame…
You forgot to blow me up, my love.
I stretch and I pull for you.
The pulse
The nerves
The burning in me
Is the ebb of the ocean
The splash of the sea
The truth
The future
The fire in me
Is the forest in the acorn
The pod in the pea
My opinions are right
Anyone else's is stupid and aren't worth a second thought
You’re stupid, I am smart
You're wrong, oh so wrong
