The Jest of 'Just' - A Poem by Eva
The Jest of 'Just' A whisper starts, a shadow creeps, "Just a joke," where cruelty sleeps. "Just a glance," that lingers long, Where power blooms, and rights go wrong. "Just a film," they say, and shrug, As violence paints, a poisoned drug. A slap resounds, a woman's fall, "Just fiction," echoes through the cinema hall. "Just words," they claim, a careless sting, "Bi*ch" and "wh*re," where sorrows cling. "Get rap*d," they hiss, a venom's dart, "Just language," tearing lives apart. "Just a touch," that strays too low, Where boundaries break, and terrors grow. "Just a squeeze," a hand's command, The body's fear, misunderstood, unplanned. "Just her clothes," they coldly state, As if a fabric seals her fate. "Just her walk," a whispered blame, Igniting fires of cruelest shame. "Just at night," a darkened street, Where predato...