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