Ode to His Stolen Foreskin
I never knew you. I wish I had.
Someone said you were bad.
Ripped you off before you were complete,
thought that bare glans looked so neat.
Now we deal with wet against dry
and rely on KY.
How much fun it would have been
to slide you back and forth again.
And see the pleasure in his eyes
as his pressure starts to rise.
Circumcision robs more than one
of the perfect design for fun.
He doesn't miss what he never had,
so why does it make me so sad?
~*~ Birthright Reclamation
By Rosie
I have a lover
whom I adore
he loves to love me
but he longs for more
He says he can't feel
when we make love at night
his body feels numb
with no solution in sight
And as I cry
I ask if it is me
he reassures
that it could not be
Frustrated now
I ask "then what?"
with a broken heart
he says "because I'm cut"
So I search my memory
and realize that it's true
he never enjoys the ride
as much as I do
My lover can't feel
the same sensation
that I enjoy
with such elation
So I hold him close
and we both begin to cry
the time to pretend is over
such harm we can't deny
"Tell me how to fix this."
I ask my wounded man
he answers me, defeated
"I don't think we can"
So we look on the internet
determined to find a way
we find a restorer
and order it that day
It's been about two years now
since he started restoration
he has partial coverage
and a bit more sensation
Coarse hair no more on the shaft
pain no longer upon erection
his scrotum stays comfortably back
because he grew a new skin section
He looks more natural now
but that scar didn't compare
to the scar on his soul
which was just too much to bare
With love and meditation
we slowly chipped away
at many years of confusion
denial and dismay
We must face the hurt
to get to the pleasure
making love was empty
but now it's his treasure
When my lover and I join
bodies and hearts intertwined
I feel his deep rapture
and know that he feels mine
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~*~ Whole Baby Home By Glen Powell I am a newborn baby boy Ready to go home Where is my mommy Where did she go I am in a room with doctors Who will care for me They strap my arms and legs to do the best for me I feel a terrible pain I scream in agony As they separate tissue not developed completely A cut at the top this is where it starts Why are they doing this It really hurts In goes the bell This hurts like hell Out comes the knife I scream for my life Around the bell it goes Cutting without care For what I am going through Is anyone there Are they killing me Will I die of pain So close to my birth day This is done in vain A quarter size piece of flesh This is what is taken They say it’s for the best My heart is broken They say it’s just skin This is not true It’s an organ with a function That was cut from me Why is this done I don’t know why They say it’s for the best They don’t listen to my cries They cut a piece of flesh With nothing to stop the pain It was part of me Stolen who do I blame They say its for the best It will stop disease This is not true You must not believe If this is true Then my teeth should go Cavities might come And I will never know Why is it legal Torture of a baby boy To do cosmetic surgery So soon after birth Why did my mommy Have this done to me She did not know She did not see If you saw this happen To a newborn boy You would cry for hours You would feel no joy This is done in private So no one would know If they found out The money would not flow They took away my pleasure They gave me GREAT pain it took away feeling I will never know Where are the police To arrest the abusers here Now one seems to care A crime was committed here They take me to my mommy Say I will be sore The pain will last forever My memory will be poor Of what they did to me But they have done no good Please stop this from happening To other boys for good why do they do this Look at the facts Remove a healthy organ It doesn’t make much sense For what they are doing Does not prevent disease To make me look like some others But what about my ears All of us are different In so many ways Why give me so much pain for my birth day I just wanted love On my birth day All I got was pain And lost a part for good I will take this pain Use if for good Till other boys are safe From loosing their hood Take your whole baby home! ~*~ Cold Touch
By Jeremy Tyck (from the perspective of a man with epilepsy and cavernous angiomas)
Strap me down
Feed my innocence to sterile claws and scalpel edge
The world's full of fear you hear
Let them rip me from arms I barely knew
Lay me upon my metal chrysalis
Oh beautiful nurse, your long lines streaming
Stretch my arms, lock me down
Oh doctor make your entrance
Size me up, size me down
Dab an exposed point with cold lotion
Strange faces hang over
Ooh what's that a shiny bell?
Crush it again!
Eyes water, a carotid strain
Pressure halts proceeding
Oh nurse, I hear your voice so sweet
A stinging slice, cut away dreams of ecstatic vice
Ready your hand, go in again
A child holds back
They say there's two ways to deal with trauma
Go on chief mechanical officer, finish it
Ketanalize my feeling!
Love and feminine touch, wonder where'd it go
Skin the apple of my eye
Revel the destruction
It looks like we're done
Wrap it up
Flesh sliced, pitted and raw
Bring an exhausted mind to fall asleep in stranger's arms
Fall to sleep young child
Days without food and nutrient
I'll grow to a normal child by this world's standards
A ritual of skinning grown through psychedelics?
Oh what an experience to have days after birth
Maybe it would of been different if I wasn't born with a disorder
What a jump those asphyxiating screams must of gave me
There would be more before eighteen
They made me better, stronger, more destructive than anyone before
Your ignorant machine bit the wrong one
Watch out world, the Alpha has seen the Omega
No thanks, goodbye, that's what I'll say
Someday I'll transcend, and the fear will end
~For additional writings by this author and healer, visit his blog: http://realitymeetsdream.com/ ~*~ Memoriam They lost their rights by violating mineContempt for parents lost these days I find And hatred for those circum-paedophiles Who strapped me, gasping, to a circumstraint Who tore off, like a nail from the nail bed The foreskin from my neonatal glans...
My mother enjoyed my father intact;
These days, whenever I think who they were ~*~
Day One You were born whole Thus deemed imperfect. Your parents sent you Down the hall To have you mutilated By a pervert in a white coat. The member of your body, That defined you "Its a boy!" Was beheaded in a metal Guillotine. The cruel clamp held you. The cruel razor cut through Slicing off a piece of you with nerves and veins and feeling, too. Your screams of terror Your trembling body Your racing heart, The pain that rushed you, All this was hidden In that dreadful room. And no one rescued you. Down the hall, Back to your mother. Your penis bound in bloody bandage. She took you in her arms Gazed into your face As if she really loved you. She Oblivious of her betrayal Of the violence done to you. And you clung to her In a fog of throbbing pain. It didn't have to happen. This sexual mutilation. It didn't have to happen. This will NOT prevent infection. It didn't have to happen. Nor can it stop masturbation. But it did happen. In the name of Tradition. But it did happen. In the name of Sanitation. But it did happen. To profit a sadistic physician. Who weeps for you? Damned to this torture -To the stealing of your skin? I do. And I will fight it. We will fight it. And I will enlighten others. Together, we CAN break This vicious practice of Bloodthirsty ignorance! [Read Circumcision Study Halted Due to Trauma]
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