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Young child crying The past can not hide Wounds and hurts
I was five When my world first shattered My father told me I was different
It’s none of your business! Interjected quickly and often, Becomes an all too familiar sound But those five words can’t soften,
all i could think about when he pushed his way inside of me was his enchanting stories of a better life
He wraps his sore hands around an ice cold beer Bartender asks how'd you make your way here? He could barely hold back the tear rolling down his face He has tried everything to stay out of this place
I said 'No' that evening. I told you not to do that. Not to touch my breasts. But you didn't listen that night, did you? You asked me to 'calm down'. You told me everyone did it anyway,
I would rather hate you then love the idea of you. That's the world I've been inhabiting for the last few months. My stream has emptied into the sea of your emotions, and I am tossed around in the malestrom of your moods.
you love me.you love me.you love me? love is a broken boomerangheavy from despiratation.and of course it would be,what could possibly reach my expectations?
You always dreamt of being free, Living the way you wanted and acting however you feel. Everything seemed to be going well, but there was something missing there.
It’s hard to bloom Without any roots So I am my own roots now My own soil, my own water, Look at this flower These pigmented petals
With the light shining on my face, You told me I look full of grace. When I flared my nose while I was upset with you, You told me it was me you wanted to pursue. When I cried about something so small,
Behind closed doors she hides herself and what she has become, the cuts, the bruises, the angry words said - that should never be undone. But luckily she lives and so forgives "Him"
He's passive-aggressive, Controlling, it's true. If you will let him, He'll control you, too. No friends for you, You've got him, It is true.
We've turned into monsters Said we never would Saw it shown on t.v. Said it never could. It could happen to you I heard them all say, Never say never 'Cause never's today.
She packed all that she could she carried the kids placed them in the van drove for miles and miles slept under overpasses in reststops every mile she gained she felt free
Growing up He never had people Who would stick around He's ashamed to say that his own mother neglected him
***Trigger Warning*** “Boys will be boys” “Let bygones be bygones” “Forget about it” “Get over it.”
The questions pop up like fireworks Sparks flying out I cover my face, evading them while fire licks the dark sky I push my hand over my ears I don't want to see, to think It hurts, my head straining
When we kiss , i taste the bitterness of love from your lips , When we hug , i feel bondage and enslaved But after the unbearable screaming and kicking and choking and pleading... you say you are different .
I like to make connections Creating connections is funBut creating connections creates a contagion -of comparible compatible connections Concise connections, carefully crafted containing continuity
::Build me a home of stone and dustLight up the fire with roses and lust//Lay me a bed of feathers and cloudsSing me a song of the torn and the vowed//Show me dissenters with rocks in their slings
Freshly eighteen. He said everything was wrong with me. I was fearful of his every inch, yet much more fearful to resist. My voice crumbled. Words to be replaced by mumbles. I was dumb, I was weak. I felt numbed by everything.
I hope your husband treats you better than your mom's boyfriend treated her. I'm sorry I mentioned their violence when we fought- a bad time to bring it up but I guess I knew we were through.
Frantically trying to swallow away the double knot you left in my vocal cords This, my beautiful award, for craving the abuse you effortlessly enforced. Mercilessly invading every independent thought
He’s caged and left with no way out,His house, not home, a place of fear;Leaving would be the best, no doubt,But he can’t do it, that is clear.
The saying goes, "If you place a frog into boiling water, It will immediately jump out. But if you place a frog in lukewarm water And slowly turn up the heat, It will stay in the water Until it dies.
I thought I can do better but I've never been so wrong,You walked away from all the pain I've caused you with my tongue,Trust me when I tell you I won't be like that again,
To you, You know who you are, so dare I write your name? Dare I continue writing? I dare because that is what you taught me to do. “Dream on, dream big, never be subpar,”
Dear Dad, You say these memories are fake, then dang I must got an overflowing river of imagination.
The ring Oh how I loved that ring... Shining oh how it shined... Finally, the man I loved would be mine.
He stuns me with a slap back "Can you take that? I'll take you to your mom's in the hatchback." He throughs me over the shoulder, mannerisms growing colder. Throwing tears into a holster
He knelt down on one knee for you Eyes to yours, hand in his pocket Your gaze jumping everywhere except for his Your chest dropped to your stomach, thoughts becoming silent prayers
The old queen-sized boxspring creaks as one of the three children sleeping on it repositions. Cousins. A creaking somewhat different than the wooden door with chipping white paint
A hand is apowerful toolby humansused to createor destroy. He used it tocomfort andplease, toshow me thatthe world wasn'tso scary.
Purple bruises Red blood stains The hole punched in the wall More yelling More pain I begin to bawl How did this
It consumes you and becomes what you are now. Love is when you hold me dearly to your chest. (You’d do so if you loved me as much as I do you).
Black eyes, bruised skin Just because I love you, doesn't mean I'll let you in. Love with you is fist fights, broken glass. Harsh words that cut the skin, broken plates littering the floor That's not what love is.
The brown eyes that I fell in love with made me feel safe. They gave me comfort on rainy days and illuminated my heart when I told you it was grey. That was when we confirmed our love, you told me I was sweet as a blooming passionflower.
Are you willing to wait for me? I don’t know if it’s right to abuse you like this This is my fault Retching at pictures at everything you do the moment we kiss
I am not her I do not have the effortless waves that fall below her shoulders The works of art created that exceeds any previously set expectations The good grades Top athlete awards Perfect social status
Because I’ve learned to love you, I’ve learned to love myself. No longer am I empty, like a forgotten dime-store shelf. Because you let me love you, I’ve learned what love should be.
When you see him, ask him about December. He’ll say he doesn’t remember. Ask him about our fight, The night he claimed to have the right To touch me as he pleases Because he loves me to pieces.
Lots of people knew the beautiful family- The Mours, that is. But they don't know what happens when the teenage boy's stepfather gets a little too drunk. Big D will be fifteen beers into a bender
I hate you, but It's because I love you Wake him up with a “hey sweetie”, “Hello darling” Breakfast in bed for him today followed by
What is love? Love was when you told me you couldn't imagine your life without me. It was when you kissed me for the first time and I felt my heart nearly explode.
Once upon a time... There was a young couple with too many kids: Poor Isaac, Miss Sue, and sadly, young Sid. The three of them had never enough to eat. Momma didn't know what to do or who to meet.
Life can change with a blink of an eye Where the creation of family can split and divide When you can no longer dictate my thoughts and feelings inside And threaten to damage my heart, body, and mind.
Odessa stumbled in Bruised, bleeding, broken "Honey, what happened?" "Just some tea, please." Hijab around her neck like a noose Ripped silk and torn skin.
I was born with puppet strings in my skin. With hooks in my joints and a painted-on smile. I was born to please and placate, To be Mommy's Little Angel (To look pristine). I was born to vomit bubblegum pink
Hands or claws? Fangs or teeth? Fur or skin? The broken dishes The broken chair The broken girl The broken home Shakingly removing the weight from her left hand Realizing the danger
Love A four letter word Able to make people rise or Fall to their weak and unstable knees But love can only be described as one thing Life
America was made To be great. From the small towns to businesses, It was all so great. Until one day settlers came along. From Columbus to Addams, They started out strong.
Slamming doors Screaming voices Don’t make a sound. Slamming doors Screaming voices There’s not a soul to save you now.
Sometimes I think I see him still, in his old white Benz, blasting rap like he used to. Sometimes I think he will find us again,
The Irony in Having the Name “Hope” H.C. My name is Hope and I may be white But that does not mean that I am blind To the violence To the discrimination
Who am I? What have I let myself become? A person so dependent on your love that I merely can't see through the fog So blinded by the thought of you that it clouds the very reasons why this wall I've built is there
This is not my body This is not my body This skull does not belong to me This skull that you bashed in with a beer bottle is no longer mine This neck that you wrapped your fingers around is not under my possession
This is not my body This is not my body This skull does not belong to me This skull that you bashed in with a beer bottle is no longer mine This neck that you wrapped your fingers around is not under my possession
I am more than a small waistline and an hourglass figure I am powerful and wise I am they that gave birth to a thousand generations
A year defined and caged by a measurement, and constrained by time, could never explain the revelations, or cover the cost of my silent frustrations.
You took me out on adventures all the time, knowing i had anxiety, saying it was fine. You didn't let my fears take over- every event was another step closer to feeling free from the anxiousness that was attached to me.
A product of immigrants chasing the American Dream Country full of racism and hate, it’s not all glamour and gleam Witnessed dad beating on mom, can still hear her cry and scream Mom was ready to move out with the kids
I have grown to hate my grandfather. I have grown to hate my grandfather. I have grown to hate his smile. I have grown to hate his smile that used to greet me with such kindness and authority.
You're like my own personal drug, Addicive and intoxicating, You cast a spell on me, And I can never break free. It's dangerous, And I know I should run,
No matter how many times I prove them wrong he always proved them right. With every comment, snarl, and blow I found new ways to forgive.
They never talk about this. They never talk about what happens after. When the crowds leave. When the pomp and circumstance has faded. When there's nothing left but me and him.
She comes home from work sugar coated With heavy eyes deflated like a failed bread bakers experiment And I wait at the table For her to come home
He came over eyes livid jaw clenched, chin forward body stiff. a tiger waiting to pounce I watched
Words slapped me in the face With their crimson fury Without hesitation I let them envelop me Watering myself in a shower of emotion
the once white walls faded to yellowwith the contact of cigarette smokethe plates in the kitchen were shatteredthe door to the bathroom was broke
Never scream. The one unspoken rule, the one and only coveted truth.Not when she cries, not when he lies,Not even with maggot-like fingers caressing your thighs. Never, ever scream.
My wrist, formless, shifting and breaking like a cloud;You grab hold, tightly--too tightly,And I vaporize before your eyes.
Swirls of red angrily coated the walls. Nightmares whispered in the wind. She saw him in the flashes of lightening. We sat together in a bus-stop. Alone, just her and I.
She was tall and thin, old and grey. When I looked at her my blood ran cold. She had been kicked & beaten, battered and bruised. Her name was midnight,
She's taken everything for granted. Her friends, her family, and her freedom have never been appreciated. She never realized she had done it. But now, as she lays there, naked and bare, on this cold table
Fly across the room. Help is not soon. Demise is your doom.
"You Motherfucker" She said as she let the darkness within her That she suppressed and kept hidden for so long, awaken. Rendering him powerless with every word she spoke.
Packing is always the first step. What to take? What to leave? Too much stuff. not near enough time. I've only got five minutes, and once I'm gone I have to stay gone. Fumble. Rush. T-shirts. Underpants.
How do you know When you’ve outlived Your welcome? I’ve always been distant Never right in front of you If I weren’t anchored to this body
I lied for your attention. “It’s broken” “Sorry, ran out of ink” “I had to shut it down because of the storm” All of these excuses I told Not because I hated you But because I loved you
he begins drinking at five; i begin hiding at six. at seven, we sit down for dinner. until eight, we nibble and pick. at nine, we collect in the foyer. we sit and we all watch tv.
Why won’t I get it? I have friends both male and female. I go to parties. I’m social with others. I do all these things and yet Whenever I hear my loved one does it as well My brain tells me
He is the city's greatest rider And as he rides me faster and faster The whole world can hear my screech On the corner with the red stop sign My wheels are wobbly
I am a survivor One of many Same story different writing So how am I unique? I could go on and on I am a survivor of domestic violence I had Daddy Issues
I was strong. I was stronger than you ever wanted me to be. I was strong in the face of your words, your actions, your “love”. You called me weak.
I am the alcohol on his breath and the anger that rolls off him in waves. I am thick sweatshirts in July and that time my mom told me to stop wearing so much foundation so she could see my "pretty skin."
Wait for it. The door slams shut. Wait a little longer. You're free. Who ever thought home was an unsafe place to be?
Tick tock, tick tockThe clock is screamingMy tears are sreamingIs he here tonight?
It was by chance I stumbled into the fierce lions terrain and he looks like all the rest with large claws, sharp teeth, and his mane Instinct readied my legs to run
I never had a wall. There was nothing therefor you to climb over or knock downbut the more time I spent lingering in your shadowthe more bricks I foundand the faster I learnedto build.
Give me a reason to love the way you fist connects with my jaw and your boot to my shins. Give me a reason to enjoy the taste of blood pooling in my mouth. Give me a reason to smile at the bruises on my sides and my thighs.
My face is the color of the rainbow, Yellow, blue, pink, and red. He beat me until I was numb. A couple more hits and I could've been dead.
I remember the time I first saw my mother cry. Her soft blue eyes were puddled with red.
straight lines brings back a flash back in time from sitting in the kitchen mama making sweet apple pies. Her lover made her heart race more ways than any other.
Loud nights, ears closed, doors locked, tired floors.
There are millions of voices that are silenced
Slam. Mommy is lying on the ground. Daddy threw her there; I saw it from behind The wooden banister which I wrapped my stuffed snake around Only three hours before.
It's coming around the corner, The corner on 13th street. Shuffling and scuffling along on its heavy and weakened feet. It's coming down the sidewalk, twitching and swaying in the night.
I hear the hinges creak, gla
Look into my eyes and you will see, the different side there is to me. Secrets that I've hidden so long that I sometimes forget, all the lies he told me, and all of this regret. Look into my soul and you will feel,
My broken family Started break, break, breaking With broken blood vessels under the tearless eyes
Love doesn’t hurt but it really does You know why Because you proved it right I pretend not to see it But I know it’s there
Thump thump is all they hear Behind bruised skin I drown in my tears
The Depraved CreatureAn ice cold wind stirs with death in the airPictures flash around the mind like blazesThere on the ground lies a girl filled with despairThe dark creature besides her gazes
What is love? Is it that splintering feeling of pain when you reach over from the driver's seat to touch her shoulder and "Apologize" for yelling? Is it that fear to go to sleep because I know what the alcohol does?
In this desolate forest of once proud, beautiful trees, long ago, stood an effervescent tree. She stood towering and strong with nimble, yet steady roots
Thinking again, I should've left. Saw your crooked smile, pondering eyes. You left me in the dust, you didn't care at all.
Here I stand, in my apartment, where you broke me, you took the old me, and molded me into something new. someone I hardly recognize, who is that girl in the mirror?
I've got a confession to make I lost myself…. I lost myself in trying to hold on to someone Who didn't care about losing me
You held on to the dreams You should not have had. I wished I could help, But I don’t feel bad.
No Mama. Nothing is wrong, I was running, I fell, I shouldn't have been running. He told me not to run. My innocence? It's gone. He took it from me,
Slap me with your words and crawl into my mind where you'll find me or what's left of me. Grab me with your hands, handle me like you had handled me. Gently,
Every 2 minutes a person becomes
Welcome to my Nightmare She broke another bowl today. It was the second one this week.
He buys you things, so you let him beat you down, (My mom) yell at you (my friend) and call you a bitch, hoe, tramp and everything else indecent under the sky (my other friend)
Time and time again
I do. I hesitate as the words cross my lips The days of love are bright, But only at first. The colors become dull. The Abuse becomes normal. The Cries become endless songs.
She was three
She didn't know it at the time,
When I make him angry He grabs onto my wrists And rips me apart With his white-knuckled fists But I’ll cover it up So the bruises won’t show And Brandon can stay happy Because he’ll never know
You crept insideLike a deer in head lightsI was before you. And thenCrushed slowlyJerking aboutTo the beat of making loveI was fucked. How incredibly lucid this dream continues to be.
You banged on my heart like your fists were a drum; You gathered me sweetly in arms like a dove— You told me “always” under the sun.
Mommy's baby, you know i love you You know i'd never put anyone above you but tonight you have to sleep downstairs Me and your daddy might get into a bit of a fight Mommy what do you mean? Are you going to hit my daddy
You know that couple. The one that is always together And he would do anything that she asked. Their sugared embraces, Their striking stares. But their eyes hide what lingers behind closed doors.
A soft whisper in the dark room sounded Whimpers flowing from her lips as he pressed against her A normal Friday night as the lovers embraced roughly
Glares full of hatred and hormones Rooms full of screams and loud moans Mouths full of insults and "I love you"'s He's gonna kiss you then shove you And tell you he never wanted you
The insults he spits at me stab my chest It feels almost as good as when he grabs my breast so, I egg him on It isn’t long until his hands are around my arms, my eyes wide and my breath caught
I was that quiet girl that never spoke who never lied and never took I never cried and never smiled who never had a chance to go to trial I had the bruises you never saw
She sips her water wondering Wondering what wonders life will bring Waiting for the day She'll find the courage she needs to say End the violence end the pain As he swings she screams the name in vain
The monster used to share my bed Now he lurks near my only exit Threatening to take everything away He breaths smoke languidly His tiger eyes burn with rage
Girl: my mind is purple confusion/deslusion. How was this only yesterday/yesterday’s game and now I’m looking at British boys of your same name.
Dear Jessica, I hugged you as you left for the park. You borrowed my shoes, Your make-up was perfect. You were meeting him, The first of many times. You asked me if you were crazy,
Black. Her eye, because She was wrong Again. It was her own fault, As always. Beige. A brush full of concealer Hiding a secret Nobody will learn. Red.
Put on the makeup. Dry your tears. Smile for the camera. Don't ever tell anyone. Everyone already knows. He hit you again last night. He'll hit you again tonight, like every night before, and every night to come. Leave him you tell yourself.
He left behind One(1) fractured cabinet door, split down the middle when he lost control and slammed it three(3) broken, burnt out lamps
What am I to you? Don't I cry and hurt like you? Don't I feel like you? Aren't I someone who aspires? Or Am I just what you own? Am I what you disregard?
You had a bad relationship, and try to put it in the past. You think that you’re okay, but the memories seem to last. You have nightmares and bad thoughts, that never seem to end,
What a beautiful color, red, she said And smashed it down with her hand Orange is pleasant as well, I can tell! And crushed it according to plan. Green, so keen, a fervent shade
You wake up and realize it's not okay. What happened was not okay. I was lucky, she wasn't. To the strong that are still here, being and all, teach us how to appreciate.
This is a video recording of a spoken word piece called Resilient Rose. This poem is dedicated to survivors of abuse, trauma, or tragedy. Don't give up!
I need it to breathe. These poems, they aren't just words or even songs to me. They help me find out who I really am, they make me see, they make me see the good the ba and the ugly in me.
I know it's a sin But oh, bondage Where did it begin? I can't trace my steps My heart to slaughter Flesh ripped apart Crimson water Cascading in a river
The implications of your strength confuse My emotions and leave me perplexéd; Do I find safety in your able arms, Or do I fear the strength sup’rior to mine? The way you take control is my excuse
To be ownéd by you is my dark wish, Sweet man who has power to bid me his will, And protect me from those who’d demolish My heart and send my world into a hell. I do not care what the radicals say,
Her concrete coffin is now cold wall to wall All of these neon rainbows hold no glow at all That little angel is on a midnight ride She is tough on the surface, but trembling inside The boys tell her to look alive
As I lay waiting for sleep I pray. I pray for a glimmer of light in a sea of darkness. For the fear to end
I refuse to put my hair up this week. I have bruises on my neck and throat and shoulders. It hurts, oh God it hurts.
I'm not into everyday people.
"Just hanging out with a friend, Honey” he said, with his back turned to us as he spoke lovingly to his wife who sat miles away, on that set of islands we call our Motherland, on the other end of the phone line.
What is love? Love is the way, that he got me high, and layed me down to breathe together. Love is the way that he yelled, he screamed, he tore holes in walls and psyches.
I am NOT your Toy. My body is NOT ball jointed plastic limbs bendable for your covetous cock play
I was a seed begging for attention, desperate to bloom One day I would be a flower! I grew into a bud envious of others who had already bloomed One day I would be lovely! When I blossomed I was a beautiful rose
when we first talked i thought all was well with the world, you were sweet and kind and going to be mine... But when we went on our first date something arose like a snake and struck me with its fangs as fast as light.
Can you not see that we are both the same? Having you became my chaotic drive Like demons that were not meant to be tame Hugging your leg with your knife in my side Desiring your heart would never end
losing myself in the eye of darkness the ear that yearns to speak but says nothing...... just because the mouth is in charge of voice the eyes can't see the waves of sound caught in the angle of sorrow.....
I Love You The most special words a guy could have said We'll live happily ever after, like those fairytales I've read Kiss me softly, whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Stupid me? Shame on me? I thought you were telling me the truth when you said that you love me.
Who is that slamming down On the already red flesh It is He. I hear the cries from all angles… is it me? I dare not look because It is He. I see the fallen hairs, the fallen tears, and the blood
Fleeing from the hurt My blue sky turns to a darker night Shadows crept from the horizon Voices rose Words sharp as tongues Whirred like a thousand engines I hear no tender talk
They see a monster, but I see perfection He saw content, but I saw an injection Where do I go when I need Protection? Judgment sees bruises but I see affection
You tell me to accept. Accept it’s never you, it’s always me; Except, I’m never-well, you’re always right. Accept I’m bad, there’s something wrong with me; Except, it’s not my-well, I guess you’re right.
While he painted her face with different tones of blue blotches of purple’s many shades interrupted by dripping red clear lines streaming down Jakayla was here assisting Crayola in creating her own utopia
He said he loves me so it must be in my mind This is how he shows his love The other night when he kicked me down from behind His job is stressful he does not mean harm It is only venting
No eyes doubt your mirrors, broken by beauty. The cracks run red, perhaps from the lipstick you used to cover your bruised lip. You wish to leave the lipstick off along with everything else adding to your disguise,
There isn't a stir, Dim light bathing the room in gold, And she sits, staring out the window The landscape a canvas she paints with her eyes, Conjuring dreams from the mind to the beyond.
She was a tree Not because she was strong and sturdy But because of her inability to keep her thoughts together They fell like leaves on the sidewalk to be trampled by those who passed by
Chiquitita I am sorry That you are blue and black That he’s taught you that all you have worth Is your body And that you think that you are dumb. Chiquitita it’s alright to cry
A World Without Abuse
My mama ain't here, My pa was never there. Never had a real mom, Went from working to a drinking bomb. Never had a real dad, Yeah I guess it makes me a little sad. She told me 1 & 2 beat her,
In one night, so many Things changed. Talking Turned to yelling. Laughter Turned to crying. Arguing Turned to slapping. Father Turned to abuser. Mother Turned to abused. Children
BAMB! was that the door? I heard my heart thud in my chest. my chest, so shaken up, my throat so hard to swollow. clinching. my hands and teeth. just hearing the scream. PLEASE STOP!
Oak pressed back, Musk pressed forward, Suffocation burnt into my cells. Never forget your first time.
Why was it that I could not look at you without smiling the rest of the day? I would walk by the corridors gazing at the distance, seeing no one but you. Your laugh, your smile, your voice, all charmed me.
For a girl from a small town She wanted a lot from a big world. Tears and sorrow filled too much space, She had to do something, it had to be erased.
Out of Sight. Out of Mind. sometimes it’s hard to find the paradise I had in mind I fight with all my might and I’m still here. You’re still there. Out of Sight. Still in Mind.
Iran, when did you end up infected? I never knew so far has spread, This deadly plague, Now your women shall suffer, You shall have your share of screams, More cries from more Mothers,
Unity Five letters that mean so much, It’s something you can feel but just can touch. It’s a word that was meant to unite us, Because often times we let subtle differences divide us.
One can never see what goes on behind closed doors. All you have is the insight from a young, bright-eyed girl, who just wants a chance. A typical suburban family is not all as it seems.
Illuminating rays tickle her face the world is shrouded in darkness except for this Place. Here there’s no fear no Worry. no Strife. How she wished to live here the rest of her life.
There are three layers of beauty: Scars, bruises, and then the cover up Domestic Violence is the leading cause of injury to women – More than car accidents, muggings and rapes combined
Purple, black and blue devours my peachy skin and engulfs my precious soul. A dab of foundation here; a pat of powder there Long sleeves on a summer day and a well-developed lie to blanket my heart.
The Silent Tears She Cries Night after Night Looks Down At Her Scars & Bruises Questions herself: “why? Why me? I know I do not deserve this!” Wants a Way Out But is too Naive and thinks its loves