Cuffed

You were cuffed at your wrists and your belly twice
Just like your brothers and sisters
They yelled, pulling at the ropes between you
Your skin is a new color, deep purple
Purple, like your grandma’s tongue, biting down watching a white man rape her grandmother
Purple, like your mothers skin bruised from being pinned down
Purple, like the dead fetus your sister aborted in secret
You once stood silent as another griped his hands over your trembling body
Painting you purple too
Tears rushed down your face as you refused eye contact
Still
Unresponsive
Silent

Your pain is hungry
Starving
Begging to be fed
You want to be dominated
You want to be hypnotized in lust
You want to forget the pain of letting your body submit to another
You can’t help but give your power away
Disgusted, but let the cycle repeat
You can’t refuse the cold metal clasp inching around your wrists
Did you invite them?
So tight you can barely breath
Consenting with your silence
Without him ever asking for permission
The rope ties and burns once again forcing you into his formation
Suspended
Still
Unresponsive

You tell yourself bondage is normal
It is okay to be hurt and humiliated
You won’t let him call you slave or a pet
And you refuse to call him master
Do you even like men?
Why can only a man hurt you like this?
Please
Please
Please
But you fling out your arms freely and let those strong hands flip you over
Knee your motionless head into the jersey sheets
Choking your twitching body still
These hands could pull a trigger
Slice open the throat of its prey
Hands that can snap your life away
Hands that could get away with murder
Hands that have already taken your life away
But still you get aroused from the power these hands hold
Whipping your ass
Pulling your hair
Leaving imprints of themselves on you
Turning your brown skin a deep purple
Pushing you until you crumble and he breaks

His fingers dance your body into a twisted nightmare
You feel fucked up
You want to strike back
But you know he likes a fighter