It’s everywhere. It’s inescapable, and our daughters are at risk.
At night
When I’m neither asleep nor awake
The memories of pain
Too young to comprehend your rage
Pour me a cup of daydream
Fill me up with blue skies and dragonflies
The heaviness of life abounds,
They said I should join the church
I talked to the dead
When love surroundsthe bleakness of your dark halfand joy aboundsthe falseness of its laugh.