It grows
Like vicious weeds polluting lawns of virginity
Pushing from the minds of impurity
Of those that know
How it grows
With so much intensity it boils over, whistles like a black kettle
That resembles my heart
Being torn apart
By your actions
Your disrespectful existence
Before me
This fearful resistance
Of me
I ask you why
I demand of you why
Do you treat me this way?
While my fist bludgeon you again and again
Wondering why you make me do this
To you
Again
And again
My fist feels soft flesh give, slipping off the tears
Like slipping on a wintery icy surface, rejecting these fears
I hear that has no meaning or purpose
As my anger grows
And grow, to the point that
You know
Why is this happening?
Battered and bruised I question why
Twisted thoughts almost laughing
Wondering why can’t I try
To leave you
Leaving scars tracked on my body like a leopard, caged and abused
Blood caked, half clotted untreated used
Body and mind raped with no RU486
No recovery or recourse, far from being fixed
It grows, while I die
Slowly
Slowly, consuming me, a flicker of hope fades within
Hopelessness overwhelms me
Again and again
Each blow justifies, my personal sense of failure
Of the woman I suppose to be
I almost feel a sense of pleasure
From the horror inflicted upon me
But this time I feel a sense of relief
Their will be no other time no further grief
My consciousness fades, the blood leaves me cold
As he stands above me his own fear hard to hold
The peace I feel has finally come
The wish I’ve wished for has finally been heard
This collective terror completes the sum
Of all the actions no one has observed
Whispering with a strength I never used before
Just one last statement,
You can’t hurt me any more
Author notes
We all know some one. take the time
In a list
A contest entry
- RIP THA RUNWAY in Poetry! by Ephiphany.
4500 points, ended March 30, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Can you really continue to ignore this?
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Good gracious that was wonderful congrats on the gold trophy you deserve it have a blessed day.
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++++++++++ love it
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Thanks - it was a hard write.
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Son you told it from both points of view....I could see him, hear him think..and I could hear her cry for justice & freedom...for release...a wish granted..you have truly rip this runway........excellent spoken word..I would love to hear you read..........novy
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Thanks mom - glad to hear from you. Hope all is well. This was something going on in my family that I had to express as harsh as I could before it came to it. Its a harsh reality that is going on right next door. we have to speak up. Thanks again - luv U
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Oh my goodness!!!!!
This is one of the BEST I've read in a loooonnngg time! It hit me at heart in so many ways, I am an overcomer and this point in my Life I'm not ashamed anymore, because I feel even now after reading your piece that there are others and we can help one another along the way. Thank you for this entry and good luck. I really appreciated this.
-KaPricia
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Thanks it was a harsh reality that had to be written.
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