Justice is a woman without a blindfold. She is not raped on campuses by football player, then told she must resolve the “conflict” with her rapist. She is not asked by police how short her skirt was, or what she drank in that night, or if she enjoyed it. Justice is a seeing Goddess, who knows what the babysitters husband did to my 3 year old daughter, that changed her forever, made her evacuate her own soul, like an earthquake. Justice saw what my own cousin did when I was 8, and what my mother said, about how she would have pushed him off, like she did with her own brother. Justice knew my husband laughed over raping a mentally disabled girl, that he loved to say, “women say ‘no, don’t. Stop!’ But they mean ‘no, don’t stop.”
You see, justice sees, but in order to survive, sometime she
GRINS AND BEARS IT
DRESSES IN BLACK AND WANTS TO BE TIED
PAINTS A VAGINA ON A BEAVER BECAUSE SHE DOESNT WANT TO BE CALLED A BEAVER ANYMORE AND STOPS PAINTING WHEN IT IS BANNED, HER JOB IS THREATENED, AND IT IS CRACKED IN THE HEAD WITH A BAT
MARRIES INTO A CHURCH THAT WILL LAY ATOP AND CRUSH HER SOUL
TURNS TO STONE AND ALLOWS MEN TO BLINDFOLD HER AS SHE STANDS ON THE PEDESTAL THEY PRETEND IS JUSTICE,
but they don’t really know her at all.