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Shaniya’s Villan

There is a loving rage engaging comprehension, shining pathways to humanity’s last stand in a land lost to time, reclaimed by ferocity.

Here, genetically irrelevant instincts are startled to usefulness. They ineffectually  fight specters slaying feminine spirits before the approach of motherhood. Allowing supernatural terror to be handled by babes masquerading as would-be mothers, their love is ravaged before it can save, before it can heal, before it can live. Their life and death is now sentenced to  sorrow filled nights and grieved dreams.

Predators are stalking dressed as unrighteous souls, leaking their sickness onto the landscape of our collective conversation painting gasps and tears on unwilling faces. These liars in our midst are monsters feigning humanity, defiling the sanctity of our morals as polluted as they be.

Shaniya cries and we lie. We lie, we lie. We lie to ourselves and we lie to others. We embolden mothers romanced in a love affair with the profane to sell our future and pawn our honor. We allow sanity, legality, apathy, safety and the proper chain of command to comfort little girls with running noses and bruised thighs. Tearful eyes, screaming for mommy living through pain not meant for unwilling women beyond the door of womanhood.

And we who had errands to run, appointments to make, jobs to fulfill and classes to attend, we who knew nothing of these matters, knew nothing of vigilance, knew nothing of suffering we whispered in a traumatized  child’s ear, “our care and concern is not with you.”

Long fingers point out killers and hint at allies staring in mirrors. Our silence applauds evil as it ravishes lives and claims future wombs too young to comprehend the potential of their destiny.  Our mouths confess sideline soliloquies speaking of children who battle lustful killers and incomprehensible villains unwilling to save their lives.

We surrender our apathy. We surrender our lives to the service of loving touches pure with concern. We reject the death of silence and the bludgeoning of apathy. We want our girls to live and our boys to joy. We pledge anew our lives for theirs, removing ALL villains who allow their brutalization.

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