Abuse Poems
Ribbons
by Nora La King
They are pulled from me;
Stretched, knotted, and
Burned in a fireplace
Where trust and human emotions,
Are turned to blackened ash
I am left an empty roll.
The ribbons of my feelings,
Manhandled, manipulated
Mitigated, and misunderstood.
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Home
by Zara Maralit
Four corners of my home
As if I knew what home was.
Was it the screaming of pain?
The shouting of my mother,
Or was it my dad, abusing her?
I Remember that time
Of Old rain and thunderous clashing
The breaking of pots and pans
To the dishes that crack.
And the monstrous yell,
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The home I grew up in
by Carter Botham
You missed it when you walked in,
The tiles in the bathroom that looked like an ogre,
That had captured my imagination as a child.
You missed that the bottom stair was harder,
The leak in the upstairs bathroom that was neglected and left to the care of a bowl,
Emptied weekly as if this chore was less than fixing it.
You missed the dent in the paint from the arguments,
Doors slammed haphazardly into walls,
The stain on the carpet from way back when,
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Brightest Smiles
by Tia C
Brightest smiles. Sometimes worn by the molested and abused.
The smile shows what they wish to feel and that which they are hiding.
Hiding what they wished didn't happen.
Putting it in the back of their minds.
Hoping that the bright smile will outshine the dark depths.
Brightest smiles. Sometimes worn by the controversial abusers.
The ones that hurt; the ones that ruin.
The ones that destroy something before it's built.
Smile and hurt to hide that they were once hurt.
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When The Law Shut Down Your Dreams
by Christen Kuikoua
In a world where I am Christen Kuikoua,
Yet each day, I question if it's truly me.
I can act, sing, and model with passion,
But my dreams face a relentless decree.
Every aspiration met with a crushing sound,
As though someone's there to pull me down.
It's a daily struggle, a living hell,
Where critiques and judgments persist and swell.
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Hostage
by Blossom Brewer
Hostage
There is something in my body that is tainted,
A drop of poison in my vestal blood.
I can feel him taking over,
His calloused fingers slipping into my mouth,
Crawling over every inch of my unclothed skin.
On my thighs and chest I can feel him groping,
Eyes gawking at my feminine mystique.
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Ribbons
by Nora La King
They are pulled from me;
Stretched, knotted, and
Burned in a fireplace
Where trust and human emotions,
Are turned to blackened ash
I am left an empty roll.
The ribbons of my feelings,
Manhandled, manipulated
Mitigated, and misunderstood.
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Duality of expectations
by Kaylee Wilson
I never see the waves of grief coming
why would I
I’m not dead
yet
every now and then
I think about all the things
that have happened in my life,
everything I thought I was desensitized to,
and I am unbearably saddened
because what I went through
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It needs to be said
by Kaylee Wilson
They say forgiveness is for those who were wronged
But so is choosing not to forgive
You don’t have to forgive those who hurt you
In order to move on from that time
It doesn’t matter how many times
they did or didn’t hit you
It doesn’t matter how many times
they did or didn’t scream at you
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Groomed
by Divyosmi Goswami
Grizzly and gory, I refuse,
To let your fingers frill my hair.
And lies and falsehood
That you carefully sow, to any longer infest me.
How is it when the sailor sets,
To leave your island away,
That the siren song so beautifully sung,
Thwarts his mast into disarray.
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