JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
My man hit me last night. Just cause I spoke Back to him. Said he was the man of the house, And I shouldn't dare talk back to him. So, I held my face in my hand an began to cry.
Lord, why does a man hit a woman this way? I got down on my knees an began to pray. How could he hit me, And say that he loves me? Don't he know how much he's hurting me?
More tears began to drop, As I prayed harder to my God, And asked him to make the pain stop.
Lord, when I felt his hand touch my face, I didn't understand how the man I loved could do me this way. The pain began to hurt more and more. It felt as if I could live no more.
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, please make him stop. I don't want to be one of those stressed out women, Because I was the one who called the cops. Oh heavenly father please make him love and cherish The woman he's' got.
My little girl came into the room And said mommy why you cry? I lift my head and said your daddy hit me. He said, woman don't you lie.
Tell my daughter the truth. Tell her how you hit me, Because I spoke back to you. Tell her how abusive her daddy is to the woman he loves. The one you said was God's gift from above.
Tell her how you hurt the woman that gave you your miracle child. My little girl looked up at her daddy and frowned. Daddy how could you treat mommy this way? Don't you see how much fear is on mommy's face?
For a moment, I knew my daughter could feel my pain. She reached into the nightstand, Pulled out a gun, pulled the trigger. And ran through all the bullets in the chamber one-by-one.
I cried and screamed as his body hit the floor. My little girl, looked up at me and said, Mommy daddy's' gone, You don't have to cry any more!
