It doesn't matter who you are, where you come from or where you reside. Abuse lies dormant in the home of the rich as much as it does in the home of the deprived. What's your sexual orientation, celebrity status or ethnicity? We all suffer together in unison from each abusive husband, lover and fling. We all suffer!
It may be the girl at the corner store whom you see every other day or the woman you idolize on your favorite show. This does not matter for abuse can happen to anyone and everyone we know.
We may not want to speak of it or share our pain out load. It is not easy sharing our past, but if you survived this, you should be proud. Scream out load if you need too. Write a poem of expression. Talk to someone whom you feel is safe. Leak all the unwanted suppressed aggression.
We are not allowed to speak of it. What happened to us never occurred. I've been punched in the head too many times to count and at times my vision blurs. No documented hospital visits and its his word against my own. Children scurry to their secret spots feeling neglected and alone. We should have known. No he will not change, but I await as the days turn into night. I fix his meals and cleans his clothes and await another fight.
Will I die today? I ask myself as the tears stream down my lips. I am everything this man could want and yet he repays me with his fists. My body is unrecognizable as I look in a mirror and cry. These purplish-blue markings confine my legs, my arms, lips and eyes. That isn't all that is tarnished. I hate myself, my heart and mind. I hate having to feel such fear from the one man who changed my life. Yeah he changed me alright and now I await for him to end my life of regret.
My bags are packed and my mind is set. And yet still I haven't left.
I packed myself a loaded gun. Now if only I can get the guts to pick up my stuff and run.
I love him, I know its dumb, but its what I have learned as love.
Is this love? It can't be, but who do I have to tell me otherwise?
My dad beat my mom the whole time they were together till he left us dry. What can I do? What will I decide? Should I stay and rot or should I run and hide? Should I tell a certain someone or get a counselor to help? Whatever I decide, I really need to help myself.
See, abuse can happen to anyone. A family member or friend. The girl you talk too every Sunday at church, you know the one you least suspected. It doesn't matter where you come from, who you are or where you reside. Abuse lies dormant in the home of the rich as much as it does in the home of the deprived. What's the color of your skin? What is the background of your family?
We all suffer together in unison from each abusive husband, lover and fling. We all suffer!
BUT WE DON"T HAVE TOO!!!!!
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