Slave To Rhyme

Poetry by Lora Frikken

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Location: Roseville, Michigan, United States

Monday, September 05, 2005

In The Home

In the home, you have no identity,
you have no last name,
merely an initial.
We wouldn’t want anyone to know
who you really are.

In the home, you all have chores,
simple everyday tasks
to keep you busy.
We cannot allow you to become lazy
or to seem unique.

In the home, you will have lessons,
lectures to keep you on
the right path.
We want God to be your constant guide,
not the opposite sex.

In the home, you will still feel shame,
even with others like yourself;
you always feel different.
We want you to remember this feeling
so you won’t sin again.

In the home, you will become numb,
waiting to make your decision:
yes or no.
We want you to choose the best future
for your unborn child.

In the home, when your time comes,
you will be afraid and alone;
because nothing
We could do will truly prepare you for
making this choice.

When you leave the home, you will find
you still have no identity,
only an emptiness.
We’re sorry you don’t seem to understand, after all;
but, bless you for giving a piece of yourself away.

Lora Frikken ~ 9-5-05

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lora,
I like the idea of no identity in the home. Having no form, no facial features. Just blank. Essesence of a human. No smell. No touch. All five senses gone. Vagueness of being. The irony is the home, the one place that all societal and self limitations should be set loose. I enjoy your poetry so much.

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