No Exchange of Livestock
It took me fifty years
and countless attempts
to have normal sex.
No booze, no sedatives, no chemical euphoria,
no alcoholic black-out.
No disassociating. No nearly dead drunk.
No "Can't remember" or if I ever said "No," or "Stop."
No broken marriages. No betrayal, no danger.
No despair, no fixed silence. No blood. No infection.
No lying, no secrets, no night terrors.
No choking or gagging, no warnings, no threats.
No brothel. No money. No blood feud.
No exchange of livestock, no force.
No genital mutilation. No child brides. No angry God.
No gang rape.
No dawn to dusk curfew. No chattel. No vessel.
No choice. No chance.
And where was God?
They say God saved the few he could.
The rest, however, he kept.
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