CAN A MAN PLEASE STOP?

The Poet

In another world he was a walking token of trust

A portrayal of protection, a cushion against harm

In his past life he was a carrier of peace, faith, happiness

A warm dwelling place, where a woman felt safe

His charm held love, and his might, perfect trust

To sheathe and to hold, was his most honorable chore

 

But that was before now, before he became a merciless beast

In the midst of a power tussle, his masculine urge won and he became a woman’s fear

Now a feminine foe, he batters, bruises, hurts

Deadlier than the fiercest dragon, brutal, savage

Compassion he heeds not, fury is all he disperses

 

Her submission wasn’t enough to quench his dominant thirst 

Beyond the limit he stretches to control and decide her fate

With every slap and every fist, he slain-marks her days

The very flesh a woman birthed and natured, now a cruel tormentor

No longer a shelter from the storm but now the storm sender

 

From the blows she cries for mercy and none comes her way

With her voice now a whisper, she pleads for help but no ear cares to listen

In pain she weeps but her misery only grows

In agony she screams “NO!”, and her voice echoes back

The blows do not lessen and the pain never ceases

 

Her once blossoming story now a blood-coated tale

Torn, broken and bruised, beyond hope, beyond fixing

The wrath of the man encloses her and she succumbs to the flames

Like many before her, she becomes a statistic

Another figure to the count, she adds to the data

 

Dawn breaks and countless questions loom

In the wake of the breaking news, a woman’s life in doom

When will the brutality end, how many more until it’s over?

How much longer until the next, when will a man shed his monstrous skin?

When will a man not be violence reincarnated?

A question stands yet again….

Can a man please cease the hurt?

 

  • Author: The Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2022 12:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: To every woman, dead or alive who had to go through the merciless wrath of Gender Based Violence... You are a mother, a daughter, a wife, a sister. You are black, colored and white, African, American, European and Asian, Christian, Jewish and Muslim. You are fat and thin and pretty and plain, educated and unlettered, and I love you all the same.
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  • Wolf the Great

    This is a good poem wrote in a very thought provoking manner. I read twice and I don't with most. I found real message in reading. The most Interesting thing I was left with after reading was that I cannot tell if it was written by a female or a male... Great read!

    • The Poet

      Thank you. I am glad someone sees what these lines stand for.



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