This piece is a poem/video entitled “Lost Sleep”. It was originally written in April 2014 for National Poetry Month and then I collaborated with filmmaker Kyle Simmons to bring the visual aspect to life for an art exhibition in 2016. Drawing on my connection with my sisters, this piece was written to address rape culture and toxic masculinity within society.
Lost Sleep
When the sky grows thick with midnight
I stay up
And watch time trickle like rainwater
Waiting for my sisters to come home
Even though we only share the same roof on occasion
I can’t combat worries from whispering in my ears
Ever since I was pierced with the reality
That some boys are groomed into savages
Thanks to a world that doesn’t tell them any different…As 2am turns into 3am
I carry distress like damsels that don’t need saving
But just some reassurance that they are safe
From boys who try to make ruins of their bodies
My sistersare golden slivers of broken jazz notes
Stuck in the throat of a saxophone.
Brass and beautiful
But hidden somewhere
I fear for every woman or girl in this shattered societythat begs for a swansong of silence
No matter how brass
Or how beautiful
I fear for my future daughter
Who will eventually “go out”
And risk being a victim behind the bars of a man’s thirst
I fear for my sisters in a world that coddles such battering rams of boys
That don’t know the meaning of no.
Boys that will vulture until women are most vulnerable
Boys that find child’s play in blurred lines
Boys that think they are entitled to wonderland
Boys that make bonfires out of beauties
Boys that think their penis is a privilege.
Boys that don’t deserve to be called men…
They are boysUnderdeveloped men who never learned to be gentle
They only know how to break things open
Then walk away from the mess they made
We live in a world where male superiority is knighted as normalAnd harassment is swept aside as “guys just being guys”
So I will stay up all night
Worried that dirty hands could muddy the skin of queens
I will sit,Watching the clock’s hands play tag
Until my sisters step through the door
Wrapped in weary smiles
Allowing me to rest down my worries
And sleep
Knowing that no one
Has made ruins of their flesh