I think verbal abuse is worse than physical abuse. Physical abuse usually has a timeframe for healing. A cut can heal in a few days. A scratch can scab just over a few hours... But mental damage from verbal abuse? That can take anywhere from months to years. I was physically hurting from being mentally abused. Pain worse than grief for death. Pain worse than losing a parent because I lost myself too. I had to find myself and meet the new me. The new me was a stranger, I had to get to know her, learn her boundaries and her triggers. I realized that the old me deserved better and the new me would have better; Change is scary at times, but being loved by someone who doesn't love themselves is even scarier. Go for the unfamiliar! Accept the better because you do deserve it!
I chose to dwell in the clouds
Rise above the demonic shouts
The verbal and physical abuse
Sexual assault harassment too
There is no reason to worry wait
For an apology to come my way
I am but a poor little girl child
Born in sin in a bipolar world wild
It is my cross to blackberry bear
Memories crown of thorns in hair
You know they did worse to Christ
So I can bear this one more night
And when he comes in my room
I mentally shut down spirits zoom
Rising me above the bed of darkness
Into the celestial light where God IS
I can see ancestors in amethyst glory
Listen to Christ tell us all another story
My body is a chocolate abandoned shell
That belongs to the Lord no one else
I’m free to be emerald empowered
By love which the Father has power
I’m new in Him light as a feather
I can withstand sinful white weather
So if you want to feel sorry do not
I am stronger for it due to God
I flow like a gold soul above rainbow clouds
As an example and sample He allows
wife beater
cheater
a man whom commits domestic violence
against his spouse
or long term female partner in house
Physical abuse by husband or male companion No good cheater
Extreme jealousy
Possessiveness unpredictability
spiting hitting baggy pants
lying cheating man
prideful, denying
bounties full of dissentient
misogynist terrorist
hypocrite demonic
Wide brim hat sugar daddy
a spoiled mama's boy anti-feminist
a man whose prejudiced against women
strongly despises and dislikes
a rolling stone, leaving no address he rome
cheater
wife beater
11/13/23
For No 1257 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
We teach our children the rights and wrongs
The correct way to behave and be
Manners, morals, fairness
Kindness and honesty
Be respectful to all of life’s creatures
Do not hurt or mistreat
No verbal, emotional, physical abuse
From violence you retreat
Lately, l feel disillusioned
With the behaviour l have seen
Of “supposed” adults
Words and actions obscene
Hurtful words, inappropriate conduct
Disrespect, disregard, ugly displays
I wonder what our children would think
Watching how their “teachers” honestly behave!
A small baby came to be crying
A teenage girl came to me bleeding
I saw a passing woman full of blood
Like a shivering person she was weeping
I tried to ask what happened
But all I got was silence
My dear god where do we run to?
We run to the side of our mothers and find physical abuse
We run to the side of our fathers and find sexual abuse
We run to the side of our friends
and relatives and find emotional abuse
Trying to raise our voices we get a slap
My dear god what do we do?
when I ask my self that question something comes up
My dear nation I think we should be taught empathy and kindness
Yes we ,I mean the united nation
LET'S UNITE LET'S BE TOGETHER AND FIGHT ABUSE
I once knew a little girl coming of age. She often put her trust in people, places and things. She met liars, cheaters, users, abusers frequently in her mind, soul
her self esteem broke, her kindness taken for weakness she was labeled a fool,
crazy, stupid because she cared too much. ungrateful individuals seemed
to be captured by her presence. places she treaded searching for an escape
only to face mental abuse on repeat that turnt to broken trust, disappointments,
and physical abuse that turnt to brokeness. weariness seeking to regain her
Self-control, spiraling out of control, continously lied on, her name scandalized. She's wearing these labels for game? and often the topic for belittlement, She
was ridicule . This little broken, despite that she is overcoming, striving to stay
on track for this little girl is blooming into a woman that holds love in her broken
spirit to dim her light yet stillness and tranquility remains in her heart.
He/She are similar yet different in guises, genders, adapting to be reborn. Restoration from one's past traumas, hurts, deceit, disappointments, mental and physical abuse
is like tearing aways the peels from a onion or
a cut by a razor to masks that pain hoping it would fade away.
Seeking solace to recuperate to a better quality of restorative livelihood.
my mother accused me of intentions I didn’t know were there
and punished me accordingly though I was unaware
I think she only understands what females say and do
boys would never think that way but she ain’t gotta clue
Boys don’t do the nasty things that little girls will do
boys confront up front and blunt and do not think it through
when men clash they fight the fight it’s physical abuse
but women will manipulate and spread a lie or two
Boys don’t play the mind games that my mother thought I did
so how can you respect her when she’s clearly quite stupid
when my father got involved he showed me he understands
and that relatability could only come out of a man
if you have never been a boy then you haven’t got a clue,
you might be a mum but being male was never you,
so never think your sons intentions match your point of view
you might accuse him of things boys would never do
And every time you do that he’ll think less of you
Safety is a rare commodity.
You can tell someone your traumas & triggers and they will still use them against you for personal gain to try to control.
Which can lead to physical abuse, if you call them out on their role.
If you aren't careful friends even family will use their mask to justify their treatment & why they take everything right down to your last set of clothes.
Always stay woke & remember some even close to us, wear that manipulative cloak.
In my life, I felt discarded.
Like I was of no value nor use.
I was merely unwanted trash.
Due to many years of mental,
sexual, and physical abuse.
My weary soul was trampled on.
I felt like I was nothing at all.
To put it frankly, I felt like junk,
that nobody in the world wanted.
For the most part, I overcame
feeling like that, but that part
of me will always be a part of me.
I will never forget that feeling of
nothingness. And I am forever
grateful for where I am now. I
know now that I'm of importance
and value and not a piece of junk.
9/11/2021
Contest: “J” New Or Old
Sponsor: Constance La France
Feeling a presence larger than life
bowing palms seem to pray to a force beyond,
black sullen clouds drift up the coast,
wind-driven spit of God marks its spot in a rough way.
Grey ocean mauled, shudders like a duck on a cold day
burgeoning waves a rough painting to the tortured sky.
Nature breathes power to uncontrolled chaos
what is not bolted down dances like dervishes for the oncoming storm.
Banshee music howls in concert with ravaging tidal surge
sideways rain stings the cheeks of those who stayed behind.
Darkness engulfs, turmoil pain, and death everywhere
through sonic and physical abuse the end seems near.
An ethereal glow forms between storm pulses
the eye is near.
Sun bursts out reflecting dewdrop rain
witnessing sparkling destruction.
All is quiet for the moment except for falling tiles from bruised roofs,
soon the other side will make its mark
on humbled earth and man.
Heartbreak, sorrow, torment and pain,
I swear to God, never happen again.
Simple words said many times before,
yet eventually I weaken, reopen the door.
Full open offer, I held nothing back,
gave money, love, not a thing to lack.
We shared so much, yet with not a hunch,
never expected his hate filled punch.
Never again I’ll befriend bandage or brace,
thrown like a rag doll about the place.
Feelings of guilt for what I have done,
his was the problem, I was not the one.
I’ve found a safe and named it Me,
wear the key on a chain always to see.
Safe sits middle of room, my private space,
holds bandages, casts, x-rays of my face.
I’ve picked up the pieces on hand and knee,
never more will I offer another pained plea.
Locking my past in a safe iron cast,
this time my oath will forever last.
I send out a message all women must heed,
physical abuse is a horrific misdeed.
No offered excuses, forgive, to be,
I’ll not again cast off; the key of Me.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
From 1998, I was born while my existence was pronounced a fluke
Evil twin, though an age gap, I sat myself flat after physical abuse
I salute to the man who fouled my head off a saw splitter
Mad man with a given temper only persuaded my blood flow thinner
Excessive middle finger to where I pull the trigger
On Christmas, his fellow friends prolonged the demon’s dinner
Couple of high school kids much bigger than what I have figured
He now remains in the same place with revenge waiting to be delivered
A young 5th grade minor feeling the wrath of a swinging guitar
I was unaware at the time that his conscience was dark
Pull blown sparks being targeted towards his front yard
Retaliation wasn’t needed until your intentions were meant to harm
His hand hits me and I go numb
A swollen lip, the outcome
Frozen in silence upon the ground
My courage cannot be found
I retreat into my mind
Leaving all else behind
Locking away parts of who I am
Keeping it safe from a madman
Black and blue color my cheek
The physical abuse is making me weak
Mentally, I am also stretched thin
My life threatened by a “has been”
No escape I am trapped
Over and over I am slapped
My eyes swollen from the tears
Pain I have endured for years
The day finally arrived
I got out, I survived
Locked away he did go
His existence no more than an echo
I smoke another unwanted
cigarette
I quit, remember, I'm taking
Chantix
I just want to forget
the pain
the hate
the mental abuse
the physical abuse
the betrayal
they all betrayed me
It is all still so real
surreal
I dream dreams that make
me hate
I don't wish to feel
complicated
I want to feel
sedated
I can't, I have to be real
I have no choice but to
feel
this pain in my heart
another day to get
through
so much to do
to forget
I smoke another unwanted
cigarette
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