I thought, as I looked upon your face this morning,
bathed in sunlight peeping through jalousies,
that now I understand the need behind rape.
Every man wants what you now have,
a woman in love with him
walking beside him, believing and caring for him
as I do you.
For how unnatural it is not to be loved.
It is far easier to give than to withhold.
Our world has created a monster,
seeing the norm as being totally separate,
not knowing or needing to know the completeness of love.
Is it any wonder that man takes by force
that which he craves but can never attain?
Frenchman's Cay March 22,1994
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem