Pretty Pink Crosses by Catyrose

Off in the distance, pretty pink crosses
As far as the eye can see
Garments floating in the warm afternoon breeze
Hang upon the crosses
Ripped, torn and blood-spattered
Evidence of how a woman’s life simply doesn’t matter

A tribute to the lost lives of women who were taken from us
Someone’s mother, someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, Someone’s lover
Female sacrifices one and all
To those who spilled their seed upon victims young and old
This is a story that must be told!

Monsters disguised as men
Committed such devious and dark deeds
Satisfying their own selfish and despicable needs
Women and children working in the factories
In order to provide
Listen closely and you will hear
The sound of their anguished cries
Their sobs, Their screams carried on the wind
Shouting the tragic story of “femicide”

Women cut down in their prime
Victims of violent and hideous crimes
Dresses floating in the air
Can you feel their presence here?
Symbols of lives now lost
At such an incredible cost

Parents grieve and ask why
Children now, deprived of a mother
Tears falling from raw red eyes
Babies who lived inside their mother’s bellies
Till the awful moment she was seized
-Women-
Raped, tortured, mutilated and murdered
We are here to tell the tale
Make no mistake our efforts will not fail!
As women we shall stand together
In honor of our fallen sisters
Until the day
Justice does prevail!

Clive (128.123.220.6) -- Saturday, April 1 2006, 06:08 am

Missing
To keep our sanity over these missing women and children that add up to more than a thousand. At the end of this life we will be judged by a higher light.

Terrie* (66.81.137.91) -- Saturday, April 1 2006, 07:43 pm

Tears spill from the many souls that were taken .
Caty, lump in my throat, tears stain my face and blood stains my heart,your tribute, hit close to home, dates way back, early 30's when my mom weas born.(big possibility that it dates way before that too,)for many years, many young women have gone into Juarez and never returned. my G'ma and another friend made that trip for the first time, nither one of them were ever found , my mom was raised by an aunt and uncle, long after my G'ma failed to return. tribal family members hold a memorial for my G'ma , her friend and all whom were never found..thank you, for voicin' your concern..my grandma's spirit and those that never were found, now rest, because they know someone is takin' notice... i bow my head in silence w/you...as i listen to the four winds...

MC (64.12.116.5) -- Saturday, April 1 2006, 08:29 pm

OMG
I have never heard about this. What a horrid tragedy. Please, I'd like more information about what is being done about this.

Cat;yrose (128.123.220.176) -- Saturday, April 1 2006, 08:38 pm

Terrie*
Terri, thank you so much for sharing your story. When I wrote this I had no idea it would touch anyone on such a personal level. Your words touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes. I sincerely apologize for any pain this write may have caused you. I wrote this in response to a Social Justice Symposium held at the university I attend. At the present time these symposiums are being held in NM and AZ but are spreading across the country to end these horrendous crimes against women. May those taken from us rest in peace and know that they will never be forgotten.

Catyrose (128.123.220.16) -- Saturday, April 1 2006, 11:03 pm

MC
I can get you more info. and contacts/websites on Monday from my professors. I will ask Dreamer to pass them on to you. Appreciate your interest.

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