When she’s dissatisfied,

a river of guilt washes over me.
My chest tightens, my stomach knots.
I can’t eat.?I can’t speak.

It feels better than the blows?
that once lashed against my skin.?
At least the hits explained? why 
I should feel hurt,?
why I should be afraid.

But her words—?they leave me frozen.?I want to explain,?I wish I could.
?But it’s like she always says:?“You never know, do you, Ameirah?”
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November 28, 2024 at 7:48 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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