I’ve been crying out really loud. Nobody hears it.
They think it’s probably the storm.
Maybe some of it’s going on,
In my head. Ravaging.
I love the rain,
It cries with me……
Watching the wet clothes,
Falls slack, sticking to my skin,
I almost double over with fresh tears.
I remember I am a human. Like everyone else,
I get to keep my pride, my self. Not put up with someone,
Who demeans my rights, my own, who-am-I ideas, my personality.
I am not invisible. Clothes wouldn’t stick to me otherwise.
Winds blow stronger, in an attempt to undress me,
The kind of violence I’ve always fantasized,
For a special someone to use with me.
The one who’d never cared for me,
I cry for him, but I vow…no can’t do it;
I don’t want to see him cry. Never. Not even a little bit.
Just a wish, maybe a fantasy, I would very much like to see the sky raining blood.