Silence Fifty years plus, silenced & caged. To write is to free the golden finch, imprisoned at eight, by a man’s filthy hands, reaching where claws don’t belong. The golden finch’s songs ruptures the cage & silence’s song. © SB Joy, 2021 What song has trauma silenced in you? SBJ

Greedy Hands Angel in bright white night gown Soiled, smudged from your earthly visit, Trapped in the trauma of a little boy Raped by his mother’s man. You can’t unsee, that dirt, that stain, It doesn’t come clean, the bile Of man’s defiling greedy hands Shoveling himself inside a little boy. © SB Joy Image …

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