|Fifth page of my altered book: The Lamenting Prophetic Witness through the Eyes of Women's Insanity|
There is something about being stuck in ways of living that attract hopelessness. When one is trapped in a body of emotional pain and suffering, escape feels impossible. How does one erase pain? How does one get out of the trap? When God is silent, what is a woman to do? She finds ways to cure herself in the only way she knows to survive.
This is the dilemma of many of the women in the hospital. They survive as only they know how and they hate themselves for it. This is their lament. Here is the poem for this page spread:
Her name is homeless PROSTITUTION.
Her life is one of DESTITUTION.
She cuts herself as a SOLUTION,
And looks to God for RESTITUTION.