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.
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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!