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?
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Author:
The Poet (Pseudonym) (
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- 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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Comments1
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!
Thank you. I am glad someone sees what these lines stand for.
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