Free verse poem. "Leda dropped an egg and birthed/beauty and betrayal. |
Ask Next Time You Want to Steal My Innocence Leda dropped an egg and birthed beauty and betrayal. The world applauded Zeus for his role in the matter. No one asked the staggering girl if she minded taking center stage in this historic moment. Or if she'd rather have no part in it, thank you. No, no one bothered. And after her brief, strange helpless fifteen minutes of fame . . . Guess what? The audience who watched, awed, the swan make history in violent measure . . . They left. The place deserted. The stage empty save for one broken girl with only martyred innocence for company. Don't cry, Leda. Company comes. See, they march two by two or three by three. Even four by four through the theatre door to kneel by your side and say "We know. We understand." Others of your status and those not quite, who could not take flight all know. None were asked. There stands Lavinia. She speaks with her eyes. Chin caked with blood. Useless stumps flail. She knows. She was not asked. Jean d'Arc. Burned alive for daring to speak to God. Burned in another way for daring to be female and speak to God. She knows. She was not asked. Over here, the nun with head bowed. Her habits no longer protect. The church no longer sanctuary. She knows. She cried out to God who could only shed rain for tears. She was not asked. Here is the child who dares not play in her yard anymore. No knowledge of what she did so wrong to deserve the punishment received. Mommy cries; bad memories hauled into light. Of the car and the night and the offered drinks and the denial of wrong done. They know. They were not asked. A business woman, strong in the boardroom. Spiked heels to add height. No good done on the walk from the building to the car. Torn from her height, ripped from her strength. She knows. She was not asked. They all know. The goddess, the mortal. The princess, the peasant. The doctor, the cashier. The politician, the priest. The human, the beast. The woman looking into her newborn child's face who sees a stranger. The mother, the daughter, the Christian, the Buddhist. The beggar, the screamer, the weeper, the silent. The young and the old. The black and the white. The ones who lay still and the women who fight. None were asked, Leda, none were asked. Like you, who were not the first And have not been the last. They know. They all know, Leda. The world still applauds Zeus, the swan who took your choice. He still reigns. And we still pay. |