To Be

Fri, 01/13/2017 - 00:36 -- bkas908

From the vibrations of my screams 

to caper-colored bruises

you denied me to be all women, a

Woman in passion

Woman in tears

Woman with smiles

Woman and proud.

I walked this perpetual ixion wheel 

alone in pain. 

Your fingers trailed every scar when I begged, no

your hands trailed ever tear that fell when I yelled no.

And you stood idle to his movements, ignoring my throes. 

Giving in, to your truth, I drowned in silence

only to see you next to me too.

So I swam up to shore, gurgling, struggling, falling

And I became more than you ever were, a

Woman with passion

Woman in tears

Woman who smiles

Woman with pride

A woman. 

This poem is about: 
My family
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