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Poetic Justice
by Micheleh Center
How could you do it?
i will never look at you
lovingly again
i will never feel safe
around you again
is this what you wanted
Why did you do it?
why did i spend so much time
taking pictures
just to burn them all
just like i wish
i could burn you
like you
burned
me
falling in love with your kids
planting them into my heart
just to say goodbye
and become estranged
Sigh.
i loved them
because i loved you
i loved our life
Then.
you began ignoring me
you stayed out
leaving me at home
alone
to nag and complain
to be the party pooper
i was your trophy wife
i was your automatic babysitter
then i was the old pussy
the housemaid
and i became your
punching bag too
Ouch.
my face hurts
my family trusted you
i hate you so much
for ruining everything
destroying what we were
or what we could've been
now i am the one
forced to build
a life from scratch
to feed your seed
you fucked me over
you stupid
mother fucker
you
Louder.
when you sliced my throat
with that knife
threatening to kill me
did you love it
when you dragged me around
with your belt around my neck
did you feel you had to
when you beat me in my face
almost sixty times
in a row
did you love me then
Breathe.
when you dragged me
bleeding
up and down the stairs
was i heavy
when you asked me
trick questions
just to beat me more
did you care if i died
when you used clorox
to clean up my blood
afterward
did your heart beat faster
Cry.
how could you
act as if i deserved this
accuse me of cheating
when you were the one
sleeping around
how could you
promise to never hurt me
while lying all along
through your teeth
my dreams were replaced
by screams
you used me up
spat me out
and no one will ever
want me
again
Weep.
when you forced me
to screw you
while beating me senseless
were you tenderizing my meat
when i screamed NO
and you raped me harder
would your mother approve
when i threw up as you came
was that a sign
that i was begging for it
my face was numb
ruptured eardrum
i counted sheep as
you struck me
airways closed off
body turning purple
i prayed for death
as you fucked me
Shriek.
I will never forget
that scowl
white knuckles
fists clenched
or how much
you made me
HATE
my own
skin
Stand.
i was weak
but i'm growing stronger
i'm finding strength in
my own ways
you better watch out
for this old
pussy
has seen the end
of those spineless days
i am woman
i am mother
i am fearless
and i’m your wife
scared into silence
NO MORE
Hope.
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Thanks to all who have kept up with my daily posts so far during this ultra-important October dedicated to domestic violence awareness.
To clarify, this poem describes an event that took place in my life over seven years ago. It is not a current occurrence though I thank you all for your concerns. If you know of someone who is being abused, encourage him or her to seek help.
If you are interested in booking me for a speaking engagement, whether virtual or in person, please fill out the Booking Request.
...xoxo|cheleh
Thanks to all who have kept up with my daily posts so far during this ultra-important October dedicated to domestic violence awareness.
To clarify, this poem describes an event that took place in my life over seven years ago. It is not a current occurrence though I thank you all for your concerns. If you know of someone who is being abused, encourage him or her to seek help.
If you are interested in booking me for a speaking engagement, whether virtual or in person, please fill out the Booking Request.
...xoxo|cheleh
10 Comments:
Overwhelming. I suppose the fact that I would have never guessed is a testament to your strength? Unfortunately, I know women who didn't die, but never get up. I'm pulling for you.
Thanks so much JB! I'm praying for those other women you know. I've gotten out of my situation so don't worry at all about me -- all this happened back in 2003. I am now newly re-wed and happy as can be!
Very deep! I knew, but was never aware of the details. This is courageous of you to have the strength to share something so personal. All walks of life would be inspired reading this. I Salute you!!!
I appreciate your comment Phil! Yes, the details are gruesome and what you've heard so far is only a portion. It will get deeper as the month goes on. I'm trying to pace myself. :)) Please encourage others to visit my site and wear the "Strike Out Against DV" badge on their FB & Twitter profile pics. Thank you for the support!
Thank you for speaking out so others know they are not alone...
My pleasure Aerin, thanks so much for your appreciation! It's nice to find others who support the same cause. I know exactly what loneliness feels like, in all facets of the word!
Oh my goodness, so much pain I can relate. Thank you so much for your bravery in sharing. What about a response poem about your survival in the aftermath?
I don't think I will ever be able to tell my story but I am so glad that you did. Thanks.
Awesome! You're such a strong woman! Thank you for sharing, and all the respect in the world for being able to survive that!
i think u would be very interested in a song i wrote called runaway little girl its very appropriate for what you r trying to do im on face book and twitter ive uploaded my song on utube and soundclick .com my name is scotty johnson my email is bootheelbyllie69@yahoo.com my phone 3 is 573-421-1673 i think this song will promote awareness and healing and hope
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