I Coax Women Out of Their Hidey Holes

I often see women who have almost completely given up There is barely a glimmer of them left They have been put down by an inferior being A man who only feels powerful when he is hurting a woman A misogynist who hates himself Probably due to a woman His mother I coax them out of their hidey-holes. I take them home. I clean them up. I give them little drops of niceness Which they had forgotten existed. They do not respond at first Hating me for reminding me who they used to be Before they became a what. Most have run off screaming into the night Or sneaked off with a few nonvaluables, as I own nothing worth stealing They cannot tolerate this niceness It is too much They are afraid it will kill them Like the survivors of a concentration camp I do not run after them, knowing better.