Lovesong for my Wasteland, Sequence XXX Poem by Remi Raji

Trapped, double-trapped, triple-trapped
I feel the outlaw's pain
I know the anguish of exile
I feel the decimal of failure in the hearts of men.
So I know. I know
Why my sisters hang onto the certainty of damnation
I know why everywhere my brothers turn
They expect the handshakes of humiliation
And I know why they don't trust even their shadows in motion.
We've once been trapped like mice in the vice of death.
Trapped, double-trapped, triple-trapped...