Bruises
"I dedicate this poem To all the woman who have
suffered abuse emotionally and physically and to
those who have passed away as a result of abuse"
I have fought an endless war
I have been beaten to the floor
Yet you kissed me seductively
And feared me leaving you secretly
When the morning was ours we separate
For we could never honestly mate
For I was barren,forsaken,lost,fading
I couldn't bear the fruit of which you waiting
For I am bound to the pain of which I'm sealed
But born naked I stand before you and I am
healed.
Contagious are the looks, painful the cold
greetings.
Waiting for you to release your beatings.
A scratch
A bruise
A vulgar word
A bruise
A scuff
A bruise
A lie
A bruise
Listen, listen as I fall, as I hopelessly weep
For my life has taken its final leap
I weep not for my body laying there
But for the man that has to live with the conscious
Of being my murderer and leaving bare
Copyright © Chandre Petersen | Year Posted 2012
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