Thursday, October 22, 2009
1:25 am – 2:17 am
simply a daughter, For a Senator
You never had a daughter.
This must be why you are finding a way to succumb to the lobbyists
at your door.
You must think much about one congressman after contractor
after contractor after another after another, knocking relentlessly.
Calling in the favor and sending their power of suggestion through
the corridor of your commitment to the politics of career.
What is that, you say?
She must think much about
about several years.
about the way arbitration is a long walk through a dark hallway
to a tiny room where they try to keep the door locked
She must think about one man after the other after the other
after she already stated so many times,
This Place Is Not Safe.
Do you know she became aware of her contract
with a workplace on the day she realized
everyone there had stopped listening?
And at some point she could only hear one after another after another
after another after another.
And at some point she wondered whether this story would find
the light of day in order for it to change.
And at some point she had to make the phone call to her Dad.
From that point, a father and his child thought essentially,
relentlessly, of rape. Simply rape.
At some point we close our doors and
hear what rings truest and ever clear in our minds.
You can lock your door for a moment this evening, find yourself
lost in thought of why you are doing what you are doing,
and imagine a daughter.
She could have been yours.