Unearthed

I have felt many strange hands on my body,
Hands that were looking and digging for innocence
As it were gold the Maya had hid.
Hands that were trying to conquer territory that
wasn’t theirs to take.
Hands that without remorse left my body
Marked and ravaged
Hands that sacrificed my youth and innocence
To the Gods of lust
Leaving me dead inside with every thrust
And after finishing, looking at me in disgust
As if I had asked for it.
No one asks for it.


I have felt many cold stares
Stares that were examining and exploring my body
As it were the unexplored ruins of an ancient city
One that knew of pain and secrecy.
Stares that were trying to to decipher how much of a fight I was going to put
Stares that decided I was theirs to take with one look
And after the conquering, theirs to dispose of,
As if i were nothing
I am something.


I have also felt love.
Love that made me forget the genocide my body has gone through
Love that has rebuilt the broken walls around my body
And taken down the barricade I had put around it.
Love that made me feel beautiful.
I am beautiful.