Just Like You
I don’t want to feel…
So I won’t have to deal,
With the hell, that I went through.
The pain, the loss,
Don’t begin to cover the cost,
That it makes me wonder, what did I do?
The struggles that were shared,
As you beat my skin bare…
In the morning, there’s ignoring, of the blacks & blues.
The horror & shame that was felt, as each blow was dealt,
Our babies cried—As I slumped to the side,
Blood droplets spattered their faces, like fresh morning dew…
It’s so beautiful here, I have no more cares,
The birds are happily singing,
Chirping welcoming “Howdy-Do’s!”
I have returned to my natural form of a star,
No more cursing, beatings or physical scars.
Gone were the pretend “I love you’s.”
Suddenly, my eyes became wide.
My reality crept inside… And then I knew.
As the wind became my breath, our children viewed my death,
And I stopped feeling that day… Just like you.
~Maxwanette A. Poetess
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