Head on a Stick
By Charlotte Farhan
I offer my head to feed their eyes and tongues,
judgment spat at me with venomous vigour,
my body discarded leaving me without lungs,
crowds come forward with their mouths even bigger.
“Her head on a stick” the rabble loudly shout,
“she was asking for it” they scream insanely,
“But it’s the truth” I say, day in and day out,
“please believe me” I plea to humanity.
Life feeds on death; a self-destructive fury,
on public display my shame is left weeping,
my fresh blood is doused over the grand jury,
headless, with sexual organs for reaping.
The executioner offers salvation,
delivering me from my sin and evil
sex used as character assassination,
loss of life force, my soul is in upheaval
Like Medusa before me, our heads have rolled,
forasmuch as we were thought monstrous women,
our Fathers never let go their stranglehold,
still our legs run red with the deepest crimson.
The crowds start to disperse from around my head,
I feel I may be able to find some peace,
ripped apart, I could lay on my deathbed,
culpability placed like an altarpiece.
A victim I was, but a victim they blame,
told this violation does not happen here,
our voices attest; the night must be reclaimed,
identities are shaken and disappear.
Rape is not the act of sexual desire,
it is not uncommon as you may believe,
our minds are ruled now by an occupier,
we are the scapegoats, left – to be disbelieved.
This piece of poetry is from my degree course in Creative Writing.
The theme of this poem is that of victim blaming and the impact on the victim of sexual violence.
I am a victim who survived sexual abuse as a child, sexual violence and rape as a teenager as well as 2 sexual attacks in a psychiatric ward as a teenager.
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