Letter to Sporus’ Mother

Dear Mother of Sporus,

I’m grieving for you. My heart is sweating blood for you. Screaming and screeching rage for you. How could they? How could he? What demon whispered and convinced him that your child should fall victim to such abuse! There’s no way when you looked at that baby you foresaw that tragic end of their life. Its not fair that your genetics lined up in a way to cohere a demon to set pray onto your son…

No, I can’t. A slave child?! Where’s the protection? Where are the rules? Who stood there? Did they think he could go that far? Did they know it could go that far?

A chid forced to replace a man’s wife? A child’s reproductive future stolen and destroyed. Removed all chances of a dignifying future. What did they think of that man? Did he become as vile in their eyes as he is in mine? Did they see an Incubus?

Did they have sympathy for Sporus? Did someone in that house see him? Did they see him.

He was so humiliated.

They wanted to humiliate him.

My heart stretches out to you. Centuries have passed and I hope as you exist in the next life that you feel my caress of care. Another arm to wrap around your heart to hold the broken pieces together. For it will always be broken but may the community of motherhood and the compassion for the unprotected help you hold the weapon of choice against such egregious offense. May such evil be stretched out thin and held over a flame to be burned, exposed and rendered to ash.