We should be boxed
candy everyone wants,
a sweet we give
and pass around,
but say nothing
and be eaten.
There are no words
we can use, when yes
is whore language
and no becomes a knife
in the chest
or acid in the eyes
before they looked elsewhere,
before the legs
so slim and easily broken
choose to walk
when they should have been
no woman should ever be treated thusly
Thank you, Paul. i agree.
Your words grabbed me by the heart, dug in their sharpened fingernails and flashed me back to my younger relationship years. It’s refreshing to read your voice of truth. Well written. Thanks.
Alice, thank you. This has been simmering for a few days.
You cooked and served it well. 🙂
great story, the need to control, in the minds of so many, let it flow as they say
Susan, this is beautiful but sad! Coerced and terrorised to stay love is coarse, is violence, is violation.
Thanks, Noel. Funny, those things we call love which are not.
Reblogged this on visionvoiceandviews and commented:
this is poetry!
Struck a raw code..
Will it ever end?
Will it stop?
The spiritual, mental, physical, emotional violations?
So we can be?
Thanks, patricia. I wish it would end.
Oh wow! This came at me like gang-busters.
I felt this in my gut. Wow.
Thank so much. Had to write it.
“when yes/ is whore language”
That is going to stay with me.
Women can’t say no and they can’t say in many circles, can they?