New light same sun/A Compilation
of Poetry on Incest Rose E. Grier
Dedicated to the honor of spirit.
The
Bitter Herb
For ... the wife of my
perpetrator
All her life she sits
And waits in fear
Of the day
SHE
Will be held accountable
For her actions!!
Identification tag
I can see you in a crowd
It doesn't matter where or who you are.
I will always have a certain vision
that enables my energy to recognize
where your soul has been.
There is a quiet heroism.
It facilitates sovereignty
among us as kindred warriors.
We have wrestled the same rival.
Distinguished our triumph
over diversity's directive.
We stand united, tall and, by God, alive!
4/22/01
When
it is
that you
are seeking
perfection
in its purest form
the journey
begins
within
I am not <
I am not >
I am
When it is that I choose to accept the roots of my
Dysfunctions/functions there is flow.
I like flow.
Flow makes me feel good
It makes me know I am alive
In very real ways
I accept the fact that I am in control
Nestled in that, lies release.
It seems so easy conceptually
Hard work
true
absolute incentive to love
Lit
Keypad
From the shadows you step
as the bottle blue light exposes you.
I know you were there.
You know it too.
Your scent encircles me.
My breath quickens and
you permeate my senses like liquid smoke.
There is a certain smile on your face
that I remember.
Not touching,
we dance in the alley.
You take the familiar lead
and rape me.
I cry as you type your perversions
in the dark.
Oxygen at the Surface
I "get" what I'm responsible for
in my own life.
There will be people who will not and cannot
accept their own.
It can be open and free-flowing or
ever-heavy, ugly and full of strife.
Reliant on what you do and what
you're being shown.
Life Own Strife Shown
Where do I go when I get bogged
Down with pain
I process to the smallest denominator
Within my control
I shoot to the surface
Where the oxygen is.
The
House That He Built
This is the man
Who married the girl
Who had the son
Who raped his brother
that lived in the house that he built
This is the man
Who tortured and raped his son.
These are the eyes
That invaded the privacy
That pried into the souls
That he built
This is the nose that
Sniffed us out of
Safe spaces
This is the mouth that
Uttered the words
That broke the spirits
of all that heard
These are the ears
That listened for sounds
Of those that might catch him
doing whatever it was he was
not
supposed to be doing
and the ears that listened
mercilessly
These are the hands
That touched the bodies
Of the people whose cries
and pain were ignored
in the house that he built.
This is the face I will forever see
When I think of the ache
And the violation
We have survived
In the wake of the fall
of the house that he built!
This is dedicated ALL the lives this perpetrator polluted with his inability to behave properly.
Terrorists
In Our Midst
9/16/01
We see the fall
Of
the
great
towers
Tumble and land!!
Audible
& Resonating
To
resonating
The
resonating
lowest
resonating
decibel
space
time
imprint
permanent
Actions unacceptable
Unperceivable, inconceivable
Irretrievable
Precise.
Abuse as abuse is
The mind of a terrorist
Hauntingly familiar
Deep
Recalling back to
Our uncle, the incest extremist
That intrinsic devastation is hauntingly familiar.
911
The
Letter
An Enabler's Poem
On the sun shiny days
That clouded over
Dark and deep
Purple blue with olive green,
You fed us cookies and milk
Both warm with a love that was
Familiar.
To start so lucid and pure
You let him touch us
In a way to this day
You steadfastly
Refute
In the face of truth.
Actions initiated by a monster
Certainly not made by you.
He was allowed to run riot
A chain of horror
To the collective dismay
Of each victim left in a heap.
Ours is not a casual slander.
You must hold in your hand
The blind eye
Of what you let.
Born into a military family, Rose E. Grier traveled the world. This afforded her the
luxury of people. She gives these occurrences credit for her social attributes:
- Rose was a victim of incest
for seven years. She uses those years as life lessons in the present and
has turned her negative experiences into classroom lessons. She spent two
years as an educator in a five county area.
- Rose has two children; a
daughter, 16, and a son, 11. She has been married for 20 years.
- Rose is an artist. Her
daughter has joined her in the trade.
Contact
her studio at 386-758-6067 or e-mail her at rosegrier@att.net. Check out her website: http://www.rfcram.com/never_ever_your_fault.htm
