Repression. Suppression. Displace sex.
Cover your eyes. When you look through cracks you only see splinters and lies.
Placed on a pedestal. Looked in a room. Or out in the street.
Sexualized. Objectified. Everything is so sacred; it’s all so sacred.
Is there anything that could come between the lines of power that hold sex and greed?
It makes no difference if we’re just bodies and words.
It makes no difference if she’s silent or if she’s heard.
It makes no difference if we’re just bodies and words.
It makes no difference if she’s silent or if she’s heard.
It makes no difference.
It makes no words.
We remember her by forgiving her.
We remember her by writing words.
We forget her words.
By remembering.
We write words by forgetting her.
We remember.
We forget.
Her words.
His words.
And we remember.
And we forget.
Words. Words.
Just words.