Emily Taylor is a second year student at Emmanuel Bible College in Kitchener, Ontario, Canada, studying towards a Bachelor of Religious Education. As part of the assessment for her ‘Historical Books’ class, she wrote a poem called Dear Sisters. This poem is written from the perspective of the nameless ‘Levite’s concubine’ who was raped and murdered in Judges chapter 19, and was the cause of the civil war among the Israelites.

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Dear Sisters

Dear sisters, when will it stop? In the name of God when?

Shame.
Fear.
Powerless.
Captive.

He handed me over without a second thought.
He promised me safety, he promised me a home.

Do you know what you have done?
Do you know what you have started?

Shame.
Fear.
Trembling.
Darkness.

The suffocating black of night.
The weight of the humid air.
Sweat drops with blood drops
As they beat, they bruise, they abuse

Shame.
Fear.
Worthless.
Disposable.

I want to throw up. I do. All over him.
He smacks me. My cheek stings.
Calloused hands belonging to calloused hearts.
I scream, STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP.
Nothing stops.

Shame.
Fear.
Naked.
Vulnerable.

I want to run. I need to run, to hide.
I can’t. He grips.
In the wide-open night, boxed in by a godless man.
I need safety, I need a home.

Shame.
Fear.
Penetration.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.

Numb.
Nothing.

Dear sisters, when will it stop? In the name of God when?

Guest blog: “Dear Sisters”
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