The Dance of Black Magic

As the sorcerer lifts the gentle ballerina up he also brings her down 

Every chance she has of escaping his grip, he pulls her back in

A terrible shame and embarrassment follows her like a shadow

She is now a broken toy mangled in his presence

Instead of putting her back together or throwing her away,

He merely keeps her on a shelf isolated and without hope

Other toys hear her cries, but the toy maker dismisses her claims

Without this occurring he said I wouldn't need to make more

This was the article that inspired this poem I wrote in 2008: a Russian judge has ruled that sexual harassment is a-okay because it ensures the survival of the human race. [This article enraged me even as a budding feminist at 15 before I even could express my anger, I turned my sadness over that situation into a poem.]

April is Poetry Month & Sexual Assault Awareness Month (SAAM) in the United States.