Systemic Oppression

Crackles impinged on
debased walls shine
mortifyingly- this dark 
glint rectifying empty
questions,

bold, caressing braided
undulations, driving my core
into the perplexities of
nihilistic hedonism, yet

debased walls shine,
while I am but a glint 
in historic nodes of 
goth-like sobriety,
unable to pinpoint the
flickering luminescence

inside,
a blank glint, repetitions.

Repose in consciousness 
to stretch me along these
debased walls, 
in my metallic glint,
under his eye,

willfully withered 
with gaping mouth I am
but degraded humility, 
under his eye,
under his eye

flower settle, deep bloom
in metallic warfare-
the taste of intimate pain
unto my eyes,
unto my eyes

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*Dedicated to International Women's Day, for all women who have suffered the trauma of sexual or physical assault, to any woman who has struggled with the walls of oppression, or who has been objectified under his eye. I am with you
** This poem is dedicated to the voice that hides behind walls when we struggle to remember who we are, I leave this poem unfinished as a symbol of our continuing stories