Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Scars of Love: A Domestic Violence Lament

As National Domestic Violence Awareness Month comes to a close, it goes without saying that the war is far from won. We should never tire in our pursuit to give victims the empowering voice than can only come through education.
With that in mind, I present to you a very close-to-the-heart spoken poem on the plight of the abused.

                                           Scars of Love (a.k.a Not Going Anywhere) 

(Click on link below for audio)

She said…
“ I'm not going anywhere
This house, this bed, this life, this is all I've known
These flowers, these children are mine, mine to watch them grow
These tears will surely dry so honey don’t be deceived
It will take a lot more than slaps across the face to get me to leave”

He is home, he’s drunk again
When he’s drunk, there’s no restrain
Barely a shadow of the beautiful soul she loved in the past
And with every punch she gasps, each gulp of air painful yet cherished, for it very well might be her last

And he says
“You’re not going anywhere
Who’s gonna take you in? you’re old, broken and worthless
And I slap you around now and then, I'm sure you know u deserve it
What more do you ask for, don’t I protect you and feed you?
Come on woman, clean yourself up, dry your eyes, you know I need you”

Need you…need you?

Words more painful than the physical, emotional yet
Disrespectful rhetoric perfectly weighted to manipulate even angels
Leaving her blind to self-worth
An object sent for the sole purpose to give birth

Birth...Kids.Kids

And the children say
“Mother, please don’t go anywhere
You brought us into it, see us through it; don’t leave this weight upon our shoulder”
They surround her and hold her, “ Mamma don’t let our lives get any colder”
The dilemma, the vices of virtue of love and life unforgiving
She has to leave to live, but if she leaves, she leaves behind her reasons for living

Dear God...God...

But the church said
“You’re not going anywhere
Fight the good fight, you’ll rejoice when the battle is won
Virtuous women stand behind their husbands, haven't you read Proverbs 31?
But even Christ himself bade farewell to Mary
When both she and he had reached the limit of physical torment he would carry

Tears on Monday, parents say “Don’t you leave him, pull through the flame
Don’t you dare disgrace our family name
Crushed spirit on Tuesday, society screams, “stay put”
Black eyes on Wednesday, her boss tells her to dress up “scars don’t make good business, now clean that mess up!
Thursday it’s the screams, Friday broken dreams
And on Saturday, they were all right
She wasn't going anywhere...

We found her body; face down in a pool of blood
Another casualty of domestic brutality
But even worse, a victim of a societal system that ignores infliction when it is right there
And you wonder why…We’re not going anywhere

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