| Poetry Table Top Stories Poet: Amanda Lee-Plaisance - Sitting down with my Great Aunt.
- A bita cross generational chit-chat.
- I’m trying to play archeologist
- escavating secret caverns of our lives
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- slowly, my life unfolds before her.
- The film slices of memory
- A touchy feely sorta childhood
- Teen age, where there was too much fear in the home to say….
- I’ve been raped
- When did the date rape lingo come into the light?
- I didn’t even know what to call it
- And when those boys brought me home, all smiling and shaking hands with my dad.
- I felt like I was going to explode from within
- A great swelling of sick
- Violation
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- I tell her that I can’t count the times after I left home that “no,” meant nothing to them
- That instead of coming home to parents, I walked to a dorm
- I walked into a closet of silence
- Muffled daze
- 12 years I spent trying to know someone and in the end was blamed for not having a taste for sex
- I wasn’t womon enough
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- And so I sit with her
- Knowing that she is a womon
- She is mighty and good
- This queen bee says
- “We’ve all been raped,”
- Her 8 sisters
- “All our womyn, by their husbands…
- “…it was just the way it was,” she says to me.
- It was Just the way it was.
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- Now I know that my stories have a home.
- And hers do too…
- We’re taking the gags from our mouths
- And telling stories to eachother
- So that no children of mine will live in a world where lies remain closeted specters
- Creating table top dramas generations later.
- Tell your story womon, man, child, healer
- Let these words be stones so that we may walk into the future
- Seen and not hidden.
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- 2003 amanda
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