Domestic violence
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Rico’s Way
See I knew from the start that you weren’t worthy of my heart,
still I held you up and never set you apart.
Trapped
When I woke this morning
I felt an urgency to escape,
yet I felt helpless
as if I were a rabbit
with one leg caught in a steel trap
and was trying to decide
You can hear them in the nurseries addicted before they breathe.
You can rock them, gently rock them, but still the babies grieve.
You can watch them on a playground fighting foes that don’t exist,
On top of a mountain,
We will meet-
Like chalk stains and the rinsing of knuckles.
Tonight a salamander has slayed a dragon.
It’s none of your business!
Interjected quickly and often,
Becomes an all too familiar sound
But those five words can’t soften,
all i could think about
when he pushed his way inside of me
was his enchanting stories of a better life
He wraps his sore hands around an ice cold beer
Bartender asks how'd you make your way here?
He could barely hold back the tear rolling down his face
He has tried everything to stay out of this place
I said 'No' that evening.
I told you not to do that.
Not to touch my breasts.
But you didn't listen that night, did you?
You asked me to 'calm down'.
You told me everyone did it anyway,
I would rather hate you then love the idea of you.
That's the world I've been inhabiting for the last few months.
My stream has emptied into the sea of your emotions,
and I am tossed around in the malestrom of your moods.
you love me.you love me.you love me?
love is a broken boomerangheavy from despiratation.and of course it would be,what could possibly reach my expectations?
You always dreamt of being free,
Living the way you wanted and acting however you feel.
Everything seemed to be going well, but there was something missing there.
It’s hard to bloom
Without any roots
So I am my own roots now
My own soil, my own water,
Look at this flower
These pigmented petals
With the light shining on my face,
You told me I look full of grace.
When I flared my nose while I was upset with you,
You told me it was me you wanted to pursue.
When I cried about something so small,
Behind closed doors she hides herself
and what she has become,
the cuts, the bruises,
the angry words said -
that should never be undone.
But luckily she lives and so forgives "Him"
He's passive-aggressive,
Controlling, it's true.
If you will let him,
He'll control you, too.
No friends for you,
You've got him,
It is true.
We've turned into monsters
Said we never would
Saw it shown on t.v.
Said it never could.
It could happen to you
I heard them all say,
Never say never
'Cause never's today.
She packed all that she could
she carried the kids
placed them in the van
drove for miles and miles
slept under overpasses
in reststops
every mile she gained
she felt free
Growing up
He never had people
Who would stick around
He's ashamed to say
that his own mother neglected him
***Trigger Warning***
“Boys will be boys”
“Let bygones be bygones”
“Forget about it”
“Get over it.”
The questions pop up like fireworks
Sparks flying out
I cover my face, evading them
while fire licks the dark sky
I push my hand over my ears
I don't want to see, to think
It hurts, my head straining
When we kiss , i taste the bitterness of love from your lips ,
When we hug , i feel bondage and enslaved
But after the unbearable screaming and kicking and choking and pleading...
you say you are different .
I like to make connections Creating connections is funBut creating connections creates a contagion -of comparible compatible connections Concise connections, carefully crafted containing continuity
::Build me a home of stone and dustLight up the fire with roses and lust//Lay me a bed of feathers and cloudsSing me a song of the torn and the vowed//Show me dissenters with rocks in their slings
Freshly eighteen. He said everything was wrong with me. I was fearful of his every inch, yet much more fearful to resist. My voice crumbled. Words to be replaced by mumbles. I was dumb, I was weak. I felt numbed by everything.
I hope your husband treats you better
than your mom's boyfriend treated her.
I'm sorry I mentioned their violence when we fought-
a bad time to bring it up
but I guess I knew we were through.
Frantically trying to swallow away the double knot you left in my vocal cords
This, my beautiful award, for craving the abuse you effortlessly enforced.
Mercilessly invading every independent thought
He’s caged and left with no way out,His house, not home, a place of fear;Leaving would be the best, no doubt,But he can’t do it, that is clear.
The saying goes,
"If you place a frog into boiling water,
It will immediately jump out.
But if you place a frog in lukewarm water
And slowly turn up the heat,
It will stay in the water
Until it dies.
I thought I can do better but I've never been so wrong,You walked away from all the pain I've caused you with my tongue,Trust me when I tell you I won't be like that again,
To you,
You know who you are,
so dare I write your name? Dare I continue writing?
I dare because that is what you taught me to do.
“Dream on, dream big, never be subpar,”
Dear Dad,
You say these memories are fake,
then dang I must got an overflowing river of imagination.
The ring
Oh how I loved that ring...
Shining oh how it shined...
Finally, the man I loved would be mine.
He stuns me with a slap back
"Can you take that?
I'll take you to your mom's in the hatchback."
He throughs me over the shoulder,
mannerisms growing colder.
Throwing tears into a holster
He knelt down on one knee for you
Eyes to yours, hand in his pocket
Your gaze jumping everywhere except for his
Your chest dropped to your stomach, thoughts becoming silent prayers
The old queen-sized boxspring creaks
as one of the three children sleeping on it repositions.
Cousins.
A creaking somewhat different
than the wooden door with chipping white paint
A hand is apowerful toolby humansused to createor destroy.
He used it tocomfort andplease, toshow me thatthe world wasn'tso scary.
Purple bruises
Red blood stains
The hole punched in the wall
More yelling
More pain
I begin to bawl
How did this
It consumes you and becomes what you are now.
Love is when you hold me dearly to your chest.
(You’d do so if you loved me as much as I do you).
Black eyes, bruised skin
Just because I love you, doesn't mean I'll let you in.
Love with you is fist fights, broken glass.
Harsh words that cut the skin, broken plates littering the floor
That's not what love is.
The brown eyes that I fell in love with made me feel safe. They gave me comfort on rainy days and illuminated my heart when I told you it was grey. That was when we confirmed our love, you told me I was sweet as a blooming passionflower.
Are you willing to wait for me?
I don’t know if it’s right to abuse you like this
This is my fault
Retching at pictures at everything you do the moment we kiss
I am not her
I do not have the effortless waves that fall below her shoulders
The works of art created that exceeds any previously set expectations
The good grades
Top athlete awards
Perfect social status
Because I’ve learned to love you, I’ve learned to love myself.
No longer am I empty, like a forgotten dime-store shelf.
Because you let me love you, I’ve learned what love should be.
When you see him, ask him about December.
He’ll say he doesn’t remember.
Ask him about our fight,
The night he claimed to have the right
To touch me as he pleases
Because he loves me to pieces.
Lots of people knew the beautiful family-
The Mours, that is.
But they don't know what happens
when the teenage boy's stepfather
gets a little too drunk.
Big D will be fifteen beers into a bender
I hate you,
but
It's because I love you
Wake him up with a “hey sweetie”, “Hello darling”
Breakfast in bed for him today followed by
What is love?
Love was when you told me you couldn't imagine your life without me.
It was when you kissed me for the first time and I felt my heart nearly explode.
Once upon a time...
There was a young couple with too many kids:
Poor Isaac, Miss Sue, and sadly, young Sid.
The three of them had never enough to eat.
Momma didn't know what to do or who to meet.
Life can change with a blink of an eye
Where the creation of family can split and divide
When you can no longer dictate my thoughts and feelings inside
And threaten to damage my heart, body, and mind.
Odessa stumbled in
Bruised, bleeding, broken
"Honey, what happened?"
"Just some tea, please."
Hijab around her neck like a noose
Ripped silk and torn skin.
I was born with puppet strings in my skin.
With hooks in my joints and a painted-on smile.
I was born to please and placate,
To be Mommy's Little Angel
(To look pristine).
I was born to vomit bubblegum pink
Hands or claws?
Fangs or teeth?
Fur or skin?
The broken dishes
The broken chair
The broken girl
The broken home
Shakingly removing the weight from her left hand
Realizing the danger
Love
A four letter word
Able to make people rise or
Fall to their weak and unstable knees
But love can only be described as one thing
Life
America was made
To be great.
From the small towns to businesses,
It was all so great.
Until one day settlers came along.
From Columbus to Addams,
They started out strong.
Slamming doors
Screaming voices
Don’t make a sound.
Slamming doors
Screaming voices
There’s not a soul to save you now.
Sometimes I think I see him still,
in his old white Benz,
blasting rap like he used to.
Sometimes I think he will find us again,
The Irony in Having the Name “Hope”
H.C.
My name is Hope and I may be white
But that does not mean that I am blind
To the violence
To the discrimination
Who am I?
What have I let myself become?
A person so dependent on your love that I merely can't see through the fog
So blinded by the thought of you that it clouds the very reasons why this wall I've built is there
This is not my body
This is not my body
This skull does not belong to me
This skull that you bashed in with a beer bottle is no longer mine
This neck that you wrapped your fingers around is not under my possession
This is not my body
This is not my body
This skull does not belong to me
This skull that you bashed in with a beer bottle is no longer mine
This neck that you wrapped your fingers around is not under my possession
I am more than a small waistline and an hourglass figure
I am powerful and wise
I am they that gave birth to a thousand generations
A year defined and caged by a measurement, and constrained by time, could never explain the revelations, or cover the cost of my silent frustrations.
You took me out on adventures all the time, knowing i had anxiety, saying it was fine.
You didn't let my fears take over- every event was another step closer to feeling free from the anxiousness that was attached to me.
A product of immigrants chasing the American Dream
Country full of racism and hate, it’s not all glamour and gleam
Witnessed dad beating on mom, can still hear her cry and scream
Mom was ready to move out with the kids
I have grown to hate my grandfather.
I have grown to hate my grandfather.
I have grown to hate his smile.
I have grown to hate his smile that used to greet me with such kindness and authority.
You're like my own personal drug,
Addicive and intoxicating,
You cast a spell on me,
And I can never break free.
It's dangerous,
And I know I should run,
No matter how many times I prove them wrong he always proved them right.
With every comment, snarl, and blow I found new ways to forgive.
They never talk about this.
They never talk about what happens after.
When the crowds leave.
When the pomp and circumstance has faded.
When there's nothing left but me and him.
She comes home from work sugar coated
With heavy eyes deflated like a failed bread bakers experiment
And I wait at the table
For her to come home
He came over
eyes livid
jaw clenched, chin forward
body stiff.
a tiger waiting to pounce
I watched
Words slapped me in the face
With their crimson fury
Without hesitation I let them envelop me
Watering myself in a shower of emotion
the once white walls faded to yellowwith the contact of cigarette smokethe plates in the kitchen were shatteredthe door to the bathroom was broke
Never scream. The one unspoken rule, the one and only coveted truth.Not when she cries, not when he lies,Not even with maggot-like fingers caressing your thighs. Never, ever scream.
My wrist, formless, shifting and breaking like a cloud;You grab hold, tightly--too tightly,And I vaporize before your eyes.
Swirls of red angrily coated the walls.
Nightmares whispered in the wind.
She saw him in the flashes of lightening.
We sat together in a bus-stop.
Alone, just her and I.
She was tall and thin,
old and grey.
When I looked at her my blood ran cold.
She had been kicked & beaten,
battered and bruised.
Her name was midnight,
She's taken everything for granted.
Her friends, her family, and her freedom
have never been appreciated.
She never realized she had done it.
But now, as she lays there,
naked and bare, on this cold table
"You Motherfucker"
She said as she let the darkness within her
That she suppressed and kept hidden for
so long, awaken.
Rendering him powerless
with every word she spoke.
Packing is always the first step.
What to take? What to leave?
Too much stuff. not near enough time.
I've only got five minutes, and once I'm gone
I have to stay gone.
Fumble. Rush. T-shirts. Underpants.
How do you know
When you’ve outlived
Your welcome?
I’ve always been distant
Never right in front of you
If I weren’t anchored to this body
I lied for your attention.
“It’s broken”
“Sorry, ran out of ink”
“I had to shut it down because of the storm”
All of these excuses I told
Not because I hated you
But because I loved you
he begins drinking at five;
i begin hiding at six.
at seven, we sit down for dinner.
until eight, we nibble and pick.
at nine, we collect in the foyer.
we sit and we all watch tv.
Why won’t I get it?
I have friends both male and female.
I go to parties.
I’m social with others.
I do all these things and yet
Whenever I hear my loved one does it as well
My brain tells me
He is the city's greatest rider
And as he rides me faster and faster
The whole world can hear my screech
On the corner with the red stop sign
My wheels are wobbly
I am a survivor
One of many
Same story different writing
So how am I unique?
I could go on and on
I am a survivor of domestic violence
I had Daddy Issues
I was strong.
I was stronger than you ever wanted me to be.
I was strong in the face of your words, your actions, your “love”.
You called me weak.
I am the alcohol on his breath and the anger that rolls off him in waves.
I am thick sweatshirts in July and that time my mom told me to stop wearing so much foundation so she could see my "pretty skin."
Wait for it.
The door slams shut.
Wait a little longer.
You're free.
Who ever thought home was an unsafe place to be?
It was by chance I stumbled
into the fierce lions terrain
and he looks like all the rest
with large claws, sharp teeth, and his mane
Instinct readied my legs to run
I never had a wall. There was nothing therefor you to climb over or knock downbut the more time I spent lingering in your shadowthe more bricks I foundand the faster I learnedto build.
Give me a reason to love the way you fist connects with my jaw and your boot to my shins.
Give me a reason to enjoy the taste of blood pooling in my mouth.
Give me a reason to smile at the bruises on my sides and my thighs.
My face is the color of the rainbow,
Yellow, blue, pink, and red.
He beat me until I was numb.
A couple more hits and I could've been dead.
I remember the time I first saw my mother cry.
Her soft blue eyes were puddled with red.
straight lines brings back a flash back in time
from sitting in the kitchen mama making sweet apple pies.
Her lover made her heart race more ways than any other.
Slam.
Mommy is lying on the ground. Daddy threw her there; I saw it from behind
The wooden banister which I wrapped my stuffed snake around
Only three hours before.
It's coming around the corner,
The corner on 13th street.
Shuffling and scuffling along
on its heavy and weakened feet.
It's coming down the sidewalk,
twitching and swaying in the night.
Look into my eyes and you will see,
the different side there is to me.
Secrets that I've hidden so long that I sometimes forget,
all the lies he told me, and all of this regret.
Look into my soul and you will feel,
My broken family
Started break, break, breaking
With broken blood vessels under the tearless eyes
Love doesn’t hurt but it really does
You know why
Because you proved it right
I pretend not to see it
But I know it’s there
The Depraved CreatureAn ice cold wind stirs with death in the airPictures flash around the mind like blazesThere on the ground lies a girl filled with despairThe dark creature besides her gazes
What is love?
Is it that splintering feeling of pain when you reach over from the driver's seat to touch her shoulder and "Apologize" for yelling?
Is it that fear to go to sleep because I know what the alcohol does?
In this desolate forest of once proud, beautiful trees,
long ago, stood an effervescent tree.
She stood towering and strong
with nimble, yet steady roots
Thinking again, I should've left.
Saw your crooked smile, pondering eyes.
You left me in the dust, you didn't care at all.
Here I stand, in my apartment, where you broke me, you took the old me, and molded me into something new.
someone I hardly recognize,
who is that girl in the mirror?
I've got a confession to make
I lost myself….
I lost myself in trying to hold on to someone
Who didn't care about losing me
You held on to the dreams
You should not have had.
I wished I could help,
But I don’t feel bad.
No Mama.
Nothing is wrong,
I was running, I fell,
I shouldn't have been running.
He told me not to run.
My innocence? It's gone.
He took it from me,
Slap me with your words and crawl into my mind
where you'll find me or what's left of me.
Grab me with your hands, handle me like you had handled me.
Gently,
Welcome to my Nightmare
She broke another bowl today.
It was the second one this week.
He buys you things,
so you let him beat you down,
(My mom)
yell at you
(my friend)
and call you a bitch, hoe, tramp and everything else indecent under the sky
(my other friend)
I do.
I hesitate as the words cross my lips
The days of love are bright,
But only at first.
The colors become dull.
The Abuse becomes normal.
The Cries become endless songs.
When I make him angry
He grabs onto my wrists
And rips me apart
With his white-knuckled fists
But I’ll cover it up
So the bruises won’t show
And Brandon can stay happy
Because he’ll never know
You crept insideLike a deer in head lightsI was before you. And thenCrushed slowlyJerking aboutTo the beat of making loveI was fucked. How incredibly lucid this dream continues to be.
You banged on my heart
like your fists were a drum;
You gathered me sweetly
in arms like a dove—
You told me “always”
under the sun.
Mommy's baby, you know i love you
You know i'd never put anyone above you but tonight you have to sleep downstairs
Me and your daddy might get into a bit of a fight
Mommy what do you mean? Are you going to hit my daddy
You know that couple.
The one that is always together
And he would do anything that she asked.
Their sugared embraces,
Their striking stares.
But their eyes hide what lingers behind closed doors.
A soft whisper in the dark room sounded
Whimpers flowing from her lips as he pressed against her
A normal Friday night as the lovers embraced roughly
Glares full of hatred and hormones
Rooms full of screams and loud moans
Mouths full of insults and "I love you"'s
He's gonna kiss you then shove you
And tell you he never wanted you
The insults he spits at me stab my chest
It feels almost as good as when he grabs my breast so, I egg him on
It isn’t long until his hands are around my arms, my eyes wide and my breath caught
I was that quiet girl that never spoke
who never lied and never took
I never cried and never smiled
who never had a chance to go to trial
I had the bruises you never saw
She sips her water wondering
Wondering what wonders life will bring
Waiting for the day
She'll find the courage she needs to say
End the violence end the pain
As he swings she screams the name in vain
The monster used to share my bed
Now he lurks near my only exit
Threatening to take everything away
He breaths smoke languidly
His tiger eyes burn with rage
Girl: my mind is purple confusion/deslusion. How was this only yesterday/yesterday’s game
and now I’m looking at British boys of your same name.
Dear Jessica,
I hugged you as you left for the park.
You borrowed my shoes,
Your make-up was perfect.
You were meeting him,
The first of many times.
You asked me if you were crazy,
Black.
Her eye, because
She was wrong
Again.
It was her own fault,
As always.
Beige.
A brush full of concealer
Hiding a secret
Nobody will learn.
Red.
Put on the makeup. Dry your tears. Smile for the camera. Don't ever tell anyone. Everyone already knows. He hit you again last night. He'll hit you again tonight, like every night before, and every night to come. Leave him you tell yourself.
He left behind
One(1) fractured cabinet door, split down the middle when he
lost control and slammed it
three(3) broken, burnt out lamps
What am I to you?
Don't I cry and hurt like you?
Don't I feel like you?
Aren't I someone who aspires?
Or
Am I just what you own?
Am I what you disregard?
You had a bad relationship,
and try to put it in the past.
You think that you’re okay,
but the memories seem to last.
You have nightmares and bad thoughts,
that never seem to end,
What a beautiful color, red, she said
And smashed it down with her hand
Orange is pleasant as well, I can tell!
And crushed it according to plan.
Green, so keen, a fervent shade
You wake up and realize it's not okay.
What happened was not okay.
I was lucky,
she wasn't.
To the strong that are still here,
being and all,
teach us how to appreciate.
This is a video recording of a spoken word piece called Resilient Rose. This poem is dedicated to survivors of abuse, trauma, or tragedy. Don't give up!
I need it to breathe. These poems, they aren't just words or even songs to me.
They help me find out who I really am, they make me see, they make me see the good the ba and the ugly in me.
I know it's a sin
But oh, bondage
Where did it begin?
I can't trace my steps
My heart to slaughter
Flesh ripped apart
Crimson water
Cascading in a river
The implications of your strength confuse
My emotions and leave me perplexéd;
Do I find safety in your able arms,
Or do I fear the strength sup’rior to mine?
The way you take control is my excuse
To be ownéd by you is my dark wish,
Sweet man who has power to bid me his will,
And protect me from those who’d demolish
My heart and send my world into a hell.
I do not care what the radicals say,
Her concrete coffin is now cold wall to wall
All of these neon rainbows hold no glow at all
That little angel is on a midnight ride
She is tough on the surface, but trembling inside
The boys tell her to look alive
As I lay waiting for sleep I pray.
I pray for a glimmer of light in a sea of darkness.
For the fear to end
I refuse to put my hair up this week.
I have bruises on my neck and throat and shoulders.
It hurts, oh God it hurts.
"Just hanging out with a friend, Honey”
he said, with his back turned to us as he spoke lovingly
to his wife
who sat miles away, on that set of islands we call our Motherland,
on the other end of the phone line.
What is love?
Love is the way,
that he got me high,
and layed me down to breathe
together.
Love is the way that
he yelled,
he screamed,
he tore holes in walls
and psyches.
I am NOT your Toy.
My body is NOT
ball jointed plastic limbs
bendable for your covetous cock play
I was a seed begging for attention, desperate to bloom
One day I would be a flower!
I grew into a bud envious of others who had already bloomed
One day I would be lovely!
When I blossomed I was a beautiful rose
when we first talked i thought all was well with the world, you were sweet and kind and going to be mine... But when we went on our first date something arose like a snake and struck me with its fangs as fast as light.
Can you not see that we are both the same?
Having you became my chaotic drive
Like demons that were not meant to be tame
Hugging your leg with your knife in my side
Desiring your heart would never end
losing myself in the eye of darkness the ear that yearns to speak but says nothing......
just because the mouth is in charge of voice
the eyes can't see the waves of sound caught in the angle of sorrow.....
I Love You
The most special words a guy could have said
We'll live happily ever after, like those fairytales I've read
Kiss me softly, whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Stupid me? Shame on me?
I thought you were telling me the truth when you said that you love me.
Who is that slamming down
On the already red flesh
It is He.
I hear the cries from all angles… is it me?
I dare not look because
It is He.
I see the fallen hairs, the fallen tears, and the blood
Fleeing from the hurt
My blue sky turns to a darker night
Shadows crept from the horizon
Voices rose
Words sharp as tongues
Whirred like a thousand engines
I hear no tender talk
They see a monster, but I see perfection
He saw content, but I saw an injection
Where do I go when I need Protection?
Judgment sees bruises but I see affection
You tell me to accept.
Accept it’s never you, it’s always me;
Except, I’m never-well, you’re always right.
Accept I’m bad, there’s something wrong with me;
Except, it’s not my-well, I guess you’re right.
While he painted her face
with different tones of blue
blotches of purple’s many shades
interrupted by dripping red
clear lines streaming down
Jakayla was here
assisting Crayola in creating her own utopia
He said he loves me so it must be in my mind
This is how he shows his love
The other night when he kicked me down from behind
His job is stressful he does not mean harm
It is only venting
No eyes doubt your mirrors, broken by beauty.
The cracks run red, perhaps from the lipstick you used to cover your bruised lip.
You wish to leave the lipstick off along with everything else adding to your disguise,
There isn't a stir,
Dim light bathing the room in gold,
And she sits, staring out the window
The landscape a canvas she paints with her eyes,
Conjuring dreams from the mind to the beyond.
She was a tree
Not because she was strong and sturdy
But because of her inability to keep her thoughts together
They fell like leaves on the sidewalk to be trampled by those who passed by
Chiquitita I am sorry
That you are blue and black
That he’s taught you that all you have worth
Is your body
And that you think that you are dumb.
Chiquitita it’s alright to cry
My mama ain't here,
My pa was never there.
Never had a real mom,
Went from working to a drinking bomb.
Never had a real dad,
Yeah I guess it makes me a little sad.
She told me 1 & 2 beat her,
In one night, so many
Things changed. Talking
Turned to yelling. Laughter
Turned to crying. Arguing
Turned to slapping. Father
Turned to abuser. Mother
Turned to abused. Children
BAMB! was that the door? I heard my heart thud in my chest.
my chest, so shaken up, my throat so hard to swollow.
clinching. my hands and teeth. just hearing the scream.
PLEASE STOP!
Oak pressed back,
Musk pressed forward,
Suffocation burnt into my cells.
Never forget your first time.
Why was it that I could not look at you without smiling the rest of the day?
I would walk by the corridors gazing at the distance, seeing no one but you.
Your laugh, your smile, your voice, all charmed me.
For a girl from a small town
She wanted a lot from a big world.
Tears and sorrow filled too much space,
She had to do something, it had to be erased.
Out of Sight. Out of Mind.
sometimes it’s hard to find
the paradise I had in mind
I fight with all my might and
I’m still here. You’re still there.
Out of Sight. Still in Mind.
Iran, when did you end up infected?
I never knew so far has spread,
This deadly plague,
Now your women shall suffer,
You shall have your share of screams,
More cries from more Mothers,
Unity
Five letters that mean so much,
It’s something you can feel but just can touch.
It’s a word that was meant to unite us,
Because often times we let subtle differences divide us.
One can never see what goes on behind closed doors.
All you have is the insight from a young, bright-eyed girl, who just wants a chance.
A typical suburban family is not all as it seems.
Illuminating rays tickle her face
the world is shrouded in darkness
except for this Place.
Here there’s no fear
no Worry.
no Strife.
How she wished to live here
the rest of her life.
There are three layers of beauty:
Scars, bruises, and then the cover up
Domestic Violence is the leading cause of injury to women –
More than car accidents, muggings and rapes combined
Purple, black and blue devours my peachy skin and engulfs my precious soul.
A dab of foundation here; a pat of powder there
Long sleeves on a summer day and a well-developed lie to blanket my heart.
The Silent Tears She Cries
Night after Night
Looks Down At Her Scars & Bruises
Questions herself: “why? Why me?
I know I do not deserve this!”
Wants a Way Out
But is too Naive and thinks its loves
