I know of a girl who sang when he loved me to instrumentals played by her broken heart I know of a girl who has begged a boy to stay so much that her knees felt like they werent hers after being detached from the ground; Apologized so sincerely that she couldnt recognize herself at the end of it all; And cut her wrist so brutally that the sun found her with barely any flesh left when it came home in the morning... Him leaving didnt kill her neither did it make her stronger; I know of a girl who was forced to sit silently in the dark because her black eye and bloody lip screamed so loudly it actually annoyed the living hell out of her society; I guess thats the reason they went to the darkest place in the basement of their throats to find words like she deserved it... Abuse has visited her so often that shes now doubting herself as a reflection of God; Her body thats said to be a Kingdom is so ruined that shes convinced it will remind Jesus of His tomb; And nobody is saying anything about that... I know of a girl whose legs were spread like a cheap booklet by men that thought her wearing a short skirt was a way of begging for it; Still, nobody is saying anything about that except for she must get over it... GET OVER IT; As if rape is a minor headache that can be cured with a nap; As if there is a magical cloth that can wipe those fingerprints in between her thighs; And as if she can just walk in at Makro store to buy parts that shell use to close all those scratches of forced entries on her vagina... I know of a girl whos tired of her society insulting her with 16 days out of 365; I know of a girl whose only defense she has left is I am used to it; And I know of a boy who writes poems with hopes that all the victims of abuse and heartbreaks will find God in his metaphors, bad grammar and typos...
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 20:14:27 +0000