generations

what is it

to be a man

is it to  destroy

those who  are not

those who carry with them a prefix

wo

well  remember

those two letters son

because they voice your mothers cries

when your father did to her

what you do to woman

– rukbi

glasses

it is me

who fell

it is me

who hurt

it is me

who broke

not you

– rukbi

marked museum

i miss not the days you left my skin marked

but the days your fleeting eyes held mine

because after that day your eyes never fell on me

perhaps you were too shy to appreciate your art

your art carved in sporadic swollen blue marks

– rukbi