A Poem on Domestic Violence
He pulls my hair
He beats me up
He slaps my face.
He kicks me on the floor
He threatens killing me
I love him so much,
I fear loosing him
So I don’t have the strength
To walk right out the door.
He promised me heaven.
There’s blood on my face.
Bruises on my body
Everything hurts,
And all I can do is cry.
I made him angry,
So this is what he does.
I wish I knew his reason why.
My heart won’t let me leave him,
I love him so much despite him being violent
And it hurts too much to try.
I wonder if this is how my life will be
From now until I die.
He says he’s sorry.
He promises not to do it again
He takes me in his arms.
He even starts to cry.
He tells me that he loves me so much
I tell him I forgive him
And that everything is fine.
you tell me to love all of my scars,
that they are victory marks
from all the battles I’ve overcome in my life.
That they are meaningful, beautiful,
every cut and every mark has its own story,
they mould me into who I am today.
because of you, I slowly learn to
embrace them, one by one; kiss them all,
now I cherish every single one of them; I love them all.
even when you, my dearest one, have begun to
add new ones – onto my face, my body –
into my collection.
For now at least because I know
It will happen again in time.
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