image link Her head held high Her arms braiding, then “essing”, As her lithe trunk sways, to and fro To the hypnotic notes of the clarinet. Practiced she is, in the arts of dancing, Holding every eye, except her own, fixed and rapt, With her plush, yet muscled undulations. Her eyes were just as…
Category: exploitation
Day 10 — OctWriPoMo — Blue Eyes*
image link This poem needs an introduction. First, this is *not* an autobiographical piece. It *is*, however, a composite of some of the stories I’ve heard from the victims of sex trafficking. It’s *not* for the weak-hearted. It *is* a story that needs to be told. Secondly, the way it is put together is experimental…
Recreated Reborn
Egg dances with sperm; a clump of cells grows into a babyme.Babyme is born and leaves the hospital, with daddy and mommy, just married.Daddy works at the factory; mommy cooks and cleans,changes diapers, feeds and cares for babyme.Birthdays come and birthdays go.Lots of pictures taken and lots of presents given. Littlegirlme now,Chubby legs, running, exploring…
Tao-Talk 