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I ran, he cornered me,

two walls and a bed. 

Rough hands, drunk breath.

I crumpled smooth sheets

as I crouched,

to confine my emotions

of utter forlorn.

He shoved,

he shoved, 

I shoved 

trauma from 37 years past, even

as I watched those rough hands

steadily grope Lady Blinded

in many courts of law.

Today, I'm here, not

because I want to be,

but it's my civic duty 

to unfold the blinds

on a man who could rewrite 

the palm lines of many 

in the name of Justice-

In-Chief. 

I raised my right hand

as the world watched.

I looked straight in his eye 

bared my soul, 

for the silenced,

time’s up

I bled.