I stood.
"Your honor is it too late for me to testify
judging by the look in your eye
you are wondering who I am.
I bore the plaintiff a daughter
But I am the defendant's wife
before yo assume this is a trifling love triangle
come full circle
let me set things square.
You can not judge me
unless you were there.
I'm just appearing to make things clear
Appealing to your sense of reason
to detect the treason behind the nomenclature
of the plantiff called victim.
Grown-ass man
I was wit him before I was nary a woman
Barely bleedin
He could smell the lack of self esteem between my thighs
Provided me what I thought I was needin
Feedin me love you forever lies
Kept me a controlled concubine
But I wasn't diggin it no more
Tired of being a whore of circumstance
With my pants around my dignity.
When I tried to pick em up
He beat me down
Restrained me
Raped me
Let his friends do the same to me
Repeatedly.
Then he rejected me
As soon as he could see
The bulge in my belly.
The shame in me
Was sentenced to silence in my conscious state.
But late at night I would wake up screamin
From fighting off demons
Gagging from the stench of their semen even in my dreams
and yet I still loved my baby
My daughter, now a little girl.
It was me and her against the world, until I met the defendant.
He was patient
Kind
Loved me for my mind
my heart
never starting any touch
without my permission
he listened
he was giving
restored my trust in men
Loved my child as if she were his own
Provided us with a new beginning,
and with this ring
we are wed.
In our honeymoon bed, I woke up drenched in sweat
Shivering with fear.
He held me near and begged me to explain.
That is how we all came here today.
You may see him as a cold hearted killer.
I see him as a man who freed me
From living my nightmares daily.
If you would, Your Honor show him some leniency.
I sat.
The gavel wrapped.
Guilty verdict flapped from judgemental lips with somethin
Bout two wrongs not making a right.
Into the night I screamed.
Woke drenched in sweat
Shivering with fear
In our honeymoon bed
You held me near and begged me to explain.
This time...
...I refrained.
About the Creator
Majique MiMi
You can call me MiMi. I’m a Brain Aneurysm & Stroke Survivor & Former English Professor. I write to stay sane, and to keep gratitude in my Spirit & Praises in my mouth.
Check out my series starting with Hood Ornaments
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