The neighbors heard war cries
as they were passed by
said the village reeked of monsters
Oh it did ,
of violent gasps for love, dignity, justice
of neglect, fear and insecurities
pain from past wounds
Said to the child , knocking
she reeked of exploits
Oh she did ,
from Privilige,
of having nothing to loose.
breathless to save her village.
and all that burned like hers
She reeked of love.
for both sides.
she reeked of fierce compassion
and freedom
from the shackles war made visible
that the neighbors
couldn't see they wear too
as they judged her from their castles.
she is ghastly. they said. like her village.
if only they stopped and looked closely
if they entered the streets
and dined with her, with him, with them.
if they stayed a while longer
if only they knocked
and not wait to be invited
Maybe
they would see the loving mother, the father,
the grandfather, the grandmother ,
the sister, the wife,
the neighbor, the leader
the son, the daughter
if only they asked and listened openly, deeply.
they would see
stories of they gotta do what they gotta do.
no time to look pretty
and what they gotta do is decided by two.
the other is you.
the fences of the mind
and a heart that bled and feared
from past wounds
behind the curtains
dictating the tongue
what did they mean
what did you hear
through the fences put there by one of your kind.
Love they screamed.
War you hear.
betrayal they fought
treasure you suspect
vulnerable they were
offense you fear
The village is gone.
The love sowed
Lives on
if war was what they taught.
she wouldn't be at your door knocking.
baring her soul
in exchange for love.
acceptance.
protection.
connection.
none she asked
but you promised
through your actions if not words
Sticks and stones may break her bones
But words broke her .
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