You think you can hurt me,
So physically you will,
You’ll throw a punch,
My head will spin,
Time will stand still.
What did I do wrong?
It had to have been me,
You do nothing wrong,
But I always do you see.
Did I not pleasure you?
Maybe I could do more,
But if I acted sexier,
You’d scream and call me a whore.
Did I cook the dinner wrong?
Did I not tidy the house?
I wish that I was big and strong,
Instead of this feeble little mouse.
But wait, I am,
I don’t deserve this,
Never again will I feel,
The fire in your fist.
Never again will I hang
My head in shame,
I’m no longer some pawn
In your little game.
I’m not feeble,
I’m a woman and I
am strong,
This is what I should have said
All along.
No longer will I make
an excuse,
It’s not me who’s in the wrong,
It’s always been you.
About the Creator
Amy Dunkley
I’m a mother, an animal lover, I suffer with depression, myalgic encephalomyelitis and GERD. I love writing and can write about anything
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.