For the Women of Juarez
Listen… hear my cry
I have lost my child
He has wandered into the desert
He, lost himself among men
He, found himself among men
He, forgot how to love his mother
He, had no hair to mark his age
He, was a child, now transformed into a monster
His muscles swelled
His teeth sharpened
His grip tightened
His skin perspired
His mouth salivated
He licks his hungry lips
Secretly trained in the art of misogyny
Mi’jo, I have lost you
What is a mother without her child?
There is darkness now, where my son used to sit
Listen… hear my cry, it pours like the rivers
I wander night to night, rom every pore of
Of my vacant and wilted body, searching
Listen… hear my cry
I have lost my child
She, has wandered into the desert
She, lost herself among men
She, was just a girl
She, had never been kissed before
Her breasts were barely full
Her hair worn in a school’s braid
Her eyes were chocolate kisses
Her skin was sun kissed brown
She felt his steaming breath on her skin
She winces as his claws grip her arms
Her skin begins to burn with every gash
Her nipples were gnawed off her breasts
Her vagina was shredded
She, cried out for her mother
Her womb would never carry a child
Her heart ceased to beat
Mi’ja, I have lost you
What is a mother without her child?
There is darkness now, where my daughter used to sit
Listen… hear my cry, it pours like a the river
I wander night to night, from every pore of
My vacant and wilted body, searching
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