—Jessica Bordelon
Buried deep in the cemetery made of concrete and smog
Her dreams lay under a blood red tombstone that will soon be washed
away by public servants
And the casket of her physical form will be carted off in black body bag
to hide from polite society the grim evidence of this most recent victim
of our voluntary blindness
Immigrant. Brown. Female. Other.
She wanted safety. Wanted freedom. Wanted joy.
Wanted to be no one’s slave,
No one’s shackled bird in a cage
but she was trapped in a prison of disregard, limitations
and entrapped by a system that calls itself … humane.
Calls itself… just.
Calls itself… equal.
but last time I checked being male with pale skin prevents
you from feeling the pain she lived.
and the death that was her punishment
for being
… immigrant, brown, female, other.
No other reason for the path she was forced onto
Because her sisters, imprisoned on these streets, break sweats
to fix your fitted sheets,
pour you another glass of tea, and pretend to not see or hear your
disdain for the place she is forced to fill
Her brothers refused a living wage, but got no right to voice their rage,
because the public stage would send him to prison inside real bars …
Disenfranchised is too pretty of a sounding word for this
Abused doesn’t quite capture it
Oppressed sounds like gently holding back
This is violent aggressive bloody parasitic attacks on the daily
but this is supposed to be
Sisi’s Song
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As an Historian, Mother, Language Instructor, Investor, Financial Activist and Creative Artist, Jessica Bordelon’s creative and literal work are always focused on empowerment. She embraces her roots in both the East and the West, Muslim and Christian backgrounds. She believes in building bridges. Her work is always available at this link.
Well-penned poem, and heart-breakingly real. Thank you for sharing this with us. I wish more people were aware of and showed compassion for Sisi’s (and her many brothers’, sisters’, fathers’, mothers’) plight!
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