Gene Trees
written by: Sona Wilae
@sonawilae
What say you, when the rent is due?
Why shrill squalid souls for cheap wine?
Your children await greens and bread,
swollen stomachs of dark unrest.
Ghosts permeate their seams of wood
dry-rotted, while termites seek skin
of the oppressed, daunting failed light,
happy in joyless dreams, do tell?
Graves tremble with resurrecting
grace, revealing hard pale secrets
told to wander the halls of minds
uncovering disgraces of blood.
Welcome pain and celebrate you,
open the portals of the gene tree.
I embody the dreadful experience and disabilities of a Veteran of the United States Marine Corps; sexually assaulted by the dishonorable bias of three male perpetrators in uniform. I am an overcomer of my skin; yet I struggle in prayer hourly to overcome racism, hatred and past abuse. I am a domestic abuse survivor, drug, and alcohol abuser; later to serve as a motivational speaker throughout the state of Florida correctional facilities. I victoriously served as an Outreach Specialist and received the Good Citizenship award in 2009-2010.
I am a writer, poet, and blogger. I write as therapy. Prayerfully I will release my "tell most," autobiography in the years to come. I have lived through many battles, which I chose foolishly, immaturely or nonvoluntarily. I am joyously married and a believer in Jesus Christ.
I am a writer, poet, and blogger. I write as therapy. Prayerfully I will release my "tell most," autobiography in the years to come. I have lived through many battles, which I chose foolishly, immaturely or nonvoluntarily. I am joyously married and a believer in Jesus Christ.
Latest posts by Sona Wilae (see all)
- No Joy-No Peace - June 4, 2018
- Gene Trees - March 30, 2018
- Write As Rain - March 10, 2018
