I am hurting.

Hurting beyond the point of knowing or even remembering a time without hurt.

I hurt, as I act unhurt.

I am grieving.

Grief is grabbing every cell inside my body.

Grief is shaking up my brain.

I grieve, but show no tears, have no sorrow.

I have a warrior deep in me.

A warrior who stares out into nothing.

Seeing what has no words.

Seeing with eagle eyes a pain that engulfs her heart.

My warrior is weeping slow inside her heart.

I have an anger, a rage.

Rage as I see, I know millions of my prostituted Sisters are dying, are being destroyed.

Destroyed as all eyes turn away.

Look away saying it is not so bad – others have it worse.

How worse.

Is it ok to be raped so much that there no language left.

Is it ok to create humans as goods to…