Best Socialwoman Poems
A Battered Woman
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When God made woman, he gave her one of
mans ribs which made her part of him in spirit
and soul. So men you are to be as kind to your
wife as yourselves because they are part of you.
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If you are beating on your wife, then what will
she have to give you in return? When you change
her character you’ll no longer have the wife you
married. Does that still make you feel like a man?
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You men, you know who I am talking about, the
ones who never hit but use words to do their dirty
work for them. They’re just as vicious as their foil,
only they dig deeper and are much more hurtful.
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Yep, these guys go where none has gone before they’ll
destroy her families cause they’ve got to keep her from
them; he’s done his evil by calling her all types of angry
names and tearing her down in front of their friends.
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He’ll leave scars that run deeper in her which might
take an entire lifetime to heal ... Since these guys have
done their worst; now it is our turn, we’ll with patience
and understanding will try to help repair the damage done …..
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Then we’ll reap the benefit of having a most
loving heart-filled woman melting into our caring
and loving hands. All because one man did not
take care of his most prized treasure, his wife…
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Steve L. Siegel
May 16, 2010
I woke up this morning trying to remember who I am
To the mirror I looked, am I a woman or a man
Maybe I'm somebody else, just another in my head
Or am I who I am, in my mind I sometimes dread
I woke up this morning trying to remember who I am
Asking why my friends have decided to be in my little scam
All my life I've wondered just who the hell I am
Again to the mirror I looked, am I a woman or a man
I woke up this morning trying to remember who I am
My mind has invented another, being deceitful leads my sham
Maybe I'll find the clues for I to realise my tomorrows
And return the names to the graveyard, but I'll doubt I'll sorrow
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Perhaps pretending that
This protest playing in my head
Is a plot to please the pain
I preset in my brain
But I’m still insane, ill
Not the same, since you came
I can’t feel the hurt
From my heart
Though from the start
We become as one
And now we are done.
Maybe
I am still your lady
Somehow in your life, I’m handy
I mean something
Though I always think of nothing
Sometimes the suprises you spring on me
Make me smile silently
As I stare at your sweet self, good old days…..
Contemplating of my fortune that I found you
And know you feel the same way too
Until you really hurt me.
I thought your jealousy would end
That our difference we’ll mend
Btu the years I spent
Giving you all of me
So that we can be
I never knew of my worth
Nor thought of my health
You were my wealth
And for that
I was in love with love
Not the reality
That tell a story known to me
Not the song written to express
My own poetry
Lonely I sit here scared
Hoping you’ll finally see
This woman in me.
This girl who’s not hers’ in anyway,
Any day would let you hit her
Leave her alone to bleed
But this has to stop
Because perhaps telling
The world my story
Would make you hear
That the abuse she can not bear
Please do not abuse
This woman in me.....
I'm woman with fists;
a raspy voice heard,
steel eyes, cold and fierce
yet with soft skin,
so warm when held...
I'm a tougher woman you see.
People see me small-
a child inside-
weaker than a crispy leaf
of fall that dangles from
a tree...
But people not know, till
they make me defensive-
that I'm tougher than brick,
stronger than concrete-
I'm a tougher woman you see.
So don't haunt me, other ladies-
So don't leer me, other men-
I've got too much crap to take
when I've got work to be a lady.
There's trash that overfills the bucket,
and one dish too many in the sink.
I raise myself and its kind of hard-
I'm a tougher woman you see.
Who shall I be today
For I can be anybody I can
I have the freedom reign to roam
Am I a woman or a man
I operate under you noses
Leaving clues to who I am
Maybe it's in my character
Am I a woman or a man
Light or berry be I
Maybe sad because I need to be scanned
To many I am under your skin
Am I a woman or a man
So many of me are around
In deranged open game plan
But will you ever realise
Am I a woman or a man
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