Let Me Assist You (By fucking you)

by Lana C. Simpson

It is offered you a revision to the fraction of history you've ever known - all you've
ever seen, all you've ever heard. No one has taught us how to sail just yet;
it is our great assumption this knowledge shall neither come.

Parte Uno

Sits down with text book - a journal,
pages of human flesh; culture, only a precursor to the location
they can be found to be killed.

Why save them?
It was given man dominion over the creatures of the earth -
there is no variance among them, except for how they live.

Besides...
Books are not so without words;
words are not words without their history
History is not so without bodies.
Their stories etched into the fabrics of this thing we share, called skin.
This extravagant skin - better than the papyrus of Egypt,
because this kind bleeds louder than words could ever be heard.

Parte Dos

God,
makes her in his image, from the rib of a bastard son - not quite like him.
Molds her intricacy:
Womb
He whispers to Abraham that he'd be the father of many nations,
but gave her the pussy to excrete them.
Man, you are praised for all of your glory.
Breasts
holding the fruit of nourishment - we suck life.
We suck love, we suck power.
Back
carries the mass of the universe that only her curvature would allow.
Feet
And He shall make her enemies her pedal stool.
He made her wax-poetic.

Parte Tres

I imagine, for the sake of simplicity, God bestowed rigidity upon King James's hand -
only enough fluidity to write - Abel had one brother.
He didn't want to confuse our poor little minds with His greatness - so great to say,
Cain, by thousands of years possessed a fraternal twin,
Columbus.
He enlightened God that the world was slightly of the curvature of the woman who bore it.
He was indeed of the lineage of Cain;
therefore, it was only in his purpose to conquer.
So he took her.
He opened her mouth and exerted his masculinity -
and her drinking, by force, a life that could only be measured in the death of her offspring.
And that list had no short-comings.
Spread her legs so far apart, he disconnected history.
Silenced the fuckery of contraception and came on her belly.
Her children's blood riveted with infirmity
and aftermath par with euthanasia.
In the name of the Father did they scalped them,
so that His Word would lay upon their mind afresh.
If only that made them hear God better.

She lay for years - breaking, but unbroken.

Parte Cuatro