Gina Wilkerson. Dream of a girl

General Wilkerson

Dream of a girl

Opposite the gate of an ominous shadow

There was a man in a pale blue.

I have not seen his face. I asked

Is he going to rape me.

He heated a frying pan of resin, took out a scalpel from a boot,

But he didn’t take off his pants.

Ordered to stand quietly - it would be better for me,

So he said. It always seemed to me

that girls should lie when rape.

He had something like a smoker for resin-I touched my soft essence

with two fingers,

Feeling that she has already been burned and spoiled.

I stood quietly, like an obedient girl.

Facing forward, I fell to the ground.

Three little girls,

just miniature, looked into my face

And they ran away how

Tiny Senbernars.

I stayed on the side of the road to face down.

Then my brothers came, grabbed the rapist in an armful and took them to the police.

They know nothing - they say nothing.

I lay motionless on a rough, cool sidewalk,

Inhaling dust.

Translation of the Chicago Translation School