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Stronger

Contributed by reebeat on Thursday, 8th December 2011 @ 08:11:03 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



All my wounds are open, so why don't you pour salt on them?
No? Why not?
That is what your love feels like. Salty cuts, wounds. They ask me about the bruises. "What bruises? Those bruises? Moving furniture."
So now I'm the tweaker, constantly moving. Can't sit still. Moving furniture. What would mother say if she were here?
"I told you he's rotten."
Thanks, mom. Your words always helped.
Even nasty remarks like that, at least you were here.
But my cuts! They are open! So pour salt on them, I know you'd love it. So do it. I'm not afraid. Just do it. Grab my hands, pin me down, cut me. I'll cover it up. I'll hide it. I'll protect you.
Oh, but you don't know.
You don't know.
I'm plotting against you, I'm stronger than you. You weak little thing. Beating on a woman. How strong? What would your mama say?
"I'm proud of you son" ?
I doubt it. I am ashamed of you. You are ashamed of you, otherwise you wouldn't cry when I don't.
You want forgiveness, go find it. Go find somebody who cares. Somebody who could love a wife beater.
Because I don't.
I am stronger now.




Copyright © reebeat ... [ 2011-12-08 20:11:03]
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Re: Stronger (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 9th December 2011 @ 05:46:04 AM AEST
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Your strength is communication rather than brute force. Communicate with those who can assist you in your dilemma and don't permit anyone to abuse you without consequence ... from an authority of, hopefully, protection. Make your own good luck.

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Re: Stronger (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Friday, 9th December 2011 @ 08:47:47 PM AEST
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I agree, do get help and get away. I am a domestic violence survivor like can be lived the right way. Best of wishes to you, great poem.

Michelle




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