Watery edges sometimes overflow
Dry corn in a hot oven
Pops like a noisy flower
in anger

When to speak?
How early is early waters?
Wet bed of little sister
Wet paper boats in friendless waters
Wet pillows of dreamless beds
Contained faith of silent growth
Walls of a stable home
Why oceans don’t sleep?
They wake up with moon rise
Sleep in sunshine
Lunar calendar of reversed cycle
They are discarded pieces
of the blue sky lying low

Now , may be we use the tongue
Wounds are wiped clean
In the saline water for years
They are almost dry

Secrets should be secreted
They should flow
Like music
Like prayers
Like a wet dream of man
Like menstrual blood
A little sticky
A little human stink

It is a demand of the male universe
It is crucial evidence
It is honest
It is open
It is erect
It is public

It is like tearing the hymen
in public
Kindness of the penis
It may resemble rape
But it is disclosure…….

9 thoughts on “DISCLOSURE

  1. i love this, “Watery edges sometimes overflow/Dry corn in a hot oven/Pops like a noisy flower/in anger,” as it speaks to the vice-virtue dichotomy. water is necessary for nourishment (survival) – like fela anikulapo-kuti sings “water no get enemy.” corn in an oven is necessary to make a popcorn – the metaphor here, as with water, being feeding/survival. but, these lines warn us that what can be virtuous, can become a vice when taken to excess. and the poem closes with a return to this warning “It is like tearing the hymen/in public/Kindness of the penis/It may resemble rape/But it is disclosure…” the feelings of anger, pain and violation in these lines are brilliantly laid out: “kindness of the penis.” who is the man to confer kindness or respectability on a woman by taking and making public something that defines intimacy, privacy and respect – something a woman should have the right to give or keep; “it may resemble rape,” speaks to the secondary level of abuse/violation, the sarcastic use of ‘resemble’, as in ‘kindness’ before it, shouldn’t fool you into overlooking the pain of violation a woman feels when she is disbelieved; ‘it is disclosure,’ speaks about the pain of having the act disclosed – disclosure being the third level of abuse/violation. how do you heal when the very person who violated you sees it as an accomplishment – something to publicly boast about. how do you seek redress when the very process causes more abuse/violation. there are other things about the poem that fascinates me, “secrets should be secreted,” for instance, but it would turn this reply into a long thesis. thank you for a wonderful poem, but especially for the evocative emotions it contains.

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    1. THANK YOU !
      You do not miss anything . The if you disclose you are damned , if you don’t you are damned is a predicament women face in society . And when to disclose , premature disclosure often leads to public humiliation, intentions are never accepted , and after the action, as if you did not know it was coming ? And keep it a secret is a command … abuser , well wisher , society all give the same message. Secondary trauma following disclosure is worse than primary trauma.

      Gratitude for your sensitive response. It always completes a poem when there is insight from the reader- scholar.

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      1. This is the best reply….
        The worst hurts need an echo….
        when they echo in the heart of another like it is their own voice , poets tears dry up…..
        Thank you ….have a beautiful day………

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