"Victim--No More!"

"Victim--No More!"

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem and art with copyright)

How did I attract his attention?

Was it the smallness of my frame?

Did he think my virtues so minor...

my being so

unimportant?

Or was it

my non-exuberant

silence

actually the blame?

My lack of attraction for him/them

the spark

that endangered this dame?

Whatever their twisted reasons...

Whatever their horrid designs...

Today

this slave

liberates

through poetry and rhyme.

For now exists

an audience

to hear of my mental anguish;

to read of my daily strain

when

without obvious options

your life

in the hands of 

Aging enemies

yearly

they remain.

Patience, Prayer and Courage

These gems I thought I owned;

until

we met

some aspiring demons

renovating their home.

Managing their property--

No need mention of their names;

brought me

into such

misery

as pawn

in their diabolical game.

My mate stressed;

seeking gainful employment;

Only me,

Volunteer and housewife

someone's only daughter,

an easy prey?

Desire to satisfy perverse pleasures ...

eliviating boredom

their selfish aim?

Invited into the attic

(Supposedly to see)

ladder stairs

let down

to be

a fool

my mother birthed

if

permitted

two strangers

to follow!

Though in sincerity,

someone higher

lovingly

watched over me.

(Gave me a brain

so as not to be deceived.)

Various days avoiding

innocent tight spots

so as not to be confined

Their sinister game

became

more dangerous

A slow destroy of body

along with anxious mind.

If details I were to mention

you too would be suspect

of my sanity; my education

my honesty; my intellect.

(So to myself my secret kept.)

Yet, when home

I would endeavor

to endure

until unbearable

no longer felt--

a constant electric pain.

However,

anxious concern

still remained;

I stagnated.

Eroding,

the energy

Necessary--

others to elevate.

With this inability

to inspire

I warred. With it I delt.

Since my joy?

I crave to

energically participate.

So this is my way

in my anger

to expose

those banded cowards

that mentally,

almost physically

maimed me.

Loosed me

Raised me

Freed me?

My electronic pin,

from those who my emotions,

spiderly, they entwined.

Even happily

if in this day

somehow I die

(Though give them that satisfaction?

Let them continue up to try.)

my purpose I defend.

Each link in this sordid chain

my words can them

help to identify.

"To All Rental Injustices --

An End!"

To this be our motto.

"Victim -- No More!"

To this be

Our Cry!

(Anybody know of a inexpensive tent?)