[Today marks the start of the #16Days of activism against gender based violence. Share your blog posts on the subject with us]
Am in bliss; total relief; loving every moment in disbelief.
Will the pain return or am I in final freedom like a flying leaf.
What is this, its sharp pain and just changed my skin color.
Did I celebrate too soon?
This familiar feeling, is heat on my meat.
That sound, what’s that sound? Sounds like bricks coming down on me.
I feel my heart breaking; something is piercing my soul
My head is ringing, feels like it’s going to explode
This pain, don’t tenderize me, I am not a piece of steak to roast
Let me be, it s bed time not breakfast time that you burn me like toast
You boast that you own me;
You paid for me in exchange for eight beasts
This pain I feel is supposed to be foreign yet it’s become so familiar
Like the beasts you traded me in for;
You keep leaving your mark for branding;
Your fists, your words, your treating me an asset;
A priced possession you want no one to take.
This pain is too much;
It feels like heated metal eating into my flesh
Sinks deep enough to leave exposed wounds
But shallow enough to not damage the bones
This pain has turned me into a drug addict,
I pop pills more than a baby eating candy
My soul is belittled
My heart detangled
I feel a different pain this one you can’t use pain-killers
This pain I do not want, I can’t stand it, it needs to end.
Something has got to give and it’s definitely not me.
Either I die or he dies, whichever way this pain has got to end.