No more tears
I feel shame
when I look into the mirror;
I feel bitter
to see what I’ve become.
I can’t tell
my friends or family; who would believe me?
I can’t tell
the police, they will only mock me.
I am that girl
who people describe as little;
But you really
don’t have a clue what I’ve been through.
The ones who
are supposed to protect me;
End up taking
advantage of me.
At sixteen I
was called a pretty teen;
But daily I
deal with low self-esteem.
Used and
abused by the ones I look up to;
I being
pushed, and might take my life if it comes to.
Marriage was
supposed to be my sweet haven;
Nothing else
to compare except God’s Holy Heaven.
But in the
arms of the one I truly loved;
I suffer the
pain of his fist as thick as gloves.
And when he is
not hitting me;
He speaks
uncaring cold hearted words, stinging me.
For better
fore worse was the vow I took;
But better
remains oblivious,
As this
journey keeps growing worse.
I am that
woman next door;
We even go to
the same market, in the same bus;
I am that girl
in your classroom;
Who you think
is being pompous in your point of view;
I am the
little girl in the playground;
All by myself,
ensuring no boy is around.
I yearn to
tell my story
That justice
would take the glory
But will you
accept back in society
And not point
your fingers back at me….
I beckon on
you;
Come to my
rescue.
Help tell my
story;
That justice
would take the glory.
Else I'll cry;
till I have no more tears in my eyes.
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