One..Two..Three..Four
Five..Six..Seven..Eight
She couldn't even recollect now
The number of times she was hit
Every single time she was
aching with pain
She couldn't remember what she
looses and what you gain
This is an unending game of violence
Where her body is loosing
the perks to woke again
Every time she recollect the fragments
of her memory
She found herself lying on the floor
with blood dripping from her lips
She couldn't save herself from
all the useless defensive tips
Her body has become a battlefield
of bruises and scars
Her skin has turned into the color
of burning cigars
She remembered the first time
and she was there again
Ready to take your punches
From your hands to
your boots and belts
She can only hear the distant bells
Why didn't you realize that
She is no more in the state to dwell
Whenever she try to speak for herself
She was told to stay quiet
She was holding on a marriage
Whose threads were already broken
I'm standing at the grave of
the most bravest girl
Who lost her soul fighting back
the aching scars and broken bones
Buy you should be proud of her
As she didn't say a single word
Quietly and calmly she took the pain
Quietly and calmly she is no more in vain
YOU ARE READING
HER VOICE
PoesiaIt's a poetry collection with some empowering stories. The poetries are on winter's love, beauty and compassion. Mostly the poetry in this book are on feminism with some intense topics like rape, domestic violence, women rights. I wrote some empower...
