stop violence against women
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Some days I wake up,
to the sound of you slamming doors
I jump, like a scared child
But I'm not a child
I'm a woman
I crawl out of bed
It is still dark out but I know I can't go back to sleep
Desire is not transparent glass
We wake not to the blue breeze
But to the steel kiss
Of lips coated with champagne poison
Smoke looks like soft eternity and velvet voices to the young who blush at men
I write
Because bullets hit my head
I write
So bullets will never do so again
I write
Because I lived
I write
She cries softly,
Tears drive down her cheek.
Hopelessness fills her body greatly,
And she fears the next encounter.
How shall she escape,