Refuge the grass eaters by Merryn Juliette

Don’t think your spit will offend me

don’t think your abuse will shame

That harsh words will cut and bleed

they are nothing, but less of the same

 

No your shoves wont fall me flat …

won’t curl me to a ball

a red right-hand to slap

when my feet firm on ‘your’ soil

 

And my very name you use to curse

you would deny me food and bed

Yet I sigh a prayer,  Oh God…

in squalor I lay my head

 

For it is not a dead mother’s breast . .

hacked and laid to ground

It is not a young sisters neck

.. softly sliced, don’t make a sound

 

Rough men between blooded thighs…

with rag shoved down my throat

Not the smell of three day flesh

bloated bodies, roll past the boat

 

And though you call me all kinds of filth

I  have eaten worse filth than that . .

your contempt,  I savour as proof

~  I am not where my dead lay at..

refugee

I am a Melbourne based artist, started writing to put words to my mind and my paintings..  I find I am passionate about just about everything! 
A couple of poems published, the most recent in the skinny poetry journal…
Love you Johnny…  

3 thoughts on “Refuge the grass eaters by Merryn Juliette

  1. WOW! Merryn, yahoo!!! This strong writing published on Not a Silent Poet, YES, this is a perfect place for this strong and heart felt poem. It’s so good to see you in print.

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