Hello readers! I was recently reading about neglected cases of abuse against people and I was shocked to read a majority of these cases encapsulate abuse against men. Abuse is something that is unjustifiable for both genders and should be stopped at all costs. It not only wounds a person physically but also shatters his/her spirit completely. Something needs to be done immediately to eradicate such detrimental social activities from society. I hope this poem of mine starts this chain and we see a change soon!
Trigger Warning: Physical and emotional abuse.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, on the clock,
Concealed, I see you crossing my block,
Before reaching your desired destination,
I plan to abuse you for my satisfaction,
I sense, now, you too have anticipation,
Of your soul’s impending devastation,
Tick-tock, tick-tock, on the clock,
Darling, I see you’ve crossed the block.
You emerald eyes make my heart flutter,
Reflecting my calm onyxes before the clutter,
You enter the threshold, alert, alarmed,
Praying you won’t be the one to be harmed,
Like sunlight, peeking through holes, unarmed,
You move forward into dark silence, uncharmed,
Your emerald eyes do make my heart flutter,
As they now reflect my onyxes before the clutter.
After seeing me, scrambling is of no use,
You just have to endure the abuse, my muse,
Like coiling snakes, my fingers grip your neck,
I won’t stop until your body is an utter wreck,
Your shimmery sheath, shudders after each peck,
You are my reward for being the hegemon Aztec,
Again, after seeing me, scrambling is of no use,
You just have to endure the abuse, my muse.
Behind the closed doors, surely you can scream,
But outside, with joy, you have to gleam,
For how can I allow you to taint my name,
Isn’t this what we play, a lovers’ playful game?
For your spotty bruises, you’re the one to blame,
After so many rendezvous, you’re still difficult to tame,
Behind the closed doors, surely you can scream,
But outside, promise me, with joy you’ll gleam,
Night after night, you plan to escape but fail,
I know your love for me, makes you frail,
Every time it repeats and you fall for my trap,
I abuse, apologize, love you and you snap,
Back into your illusion, until the next slap,
Night after night, you plan to escape but fail,
I know your love for me, makes you frail.
How hard is it for you to understand,
I love exuding power, control and command,
For years after being a rider in the aircraft of atrocity,
It’s time I start spreading this monstrosity,
My father and mother gifted me this generosity,
That cannot be dimmed with your efforts of jocosity,
How hard is it for you to understand,
I love exuding power, control and command?
However, let me tell you a secret tonight,
I am still a young girl inside, scared to fight,
Yearning for love, respect since childhood,
Releasing pain through abusing in adulthood,
Living under this emotional illusion of falsehood,
Hurt for hurt will gift me a happy childhood,
Oops! I just told you a secret tonight,
I am still a young girl inside, scared to fight.
I only thrive on your music like pain,
The smell of your blood makes me smile again,
Without you my existence would be lost,
But I can’t allow that to happen at any cost,
Your muffled silence and sobs nurture me,
And unleash the evil inside me, free,
Honey, I only thrive on your music like pain,
Your sweet smelling blood makes me smile again.
This demon would only be defeated,
Once you decide to fight back, unabated,
My emptiness only grows stronger each day,
As you willingly let me slyly slip away,
From the prying eyes, brutal curses and pray,
For a better life; loving, unabused and gay,
But remember, this demon would only be defeated,
Darling, once you decide to fight back unabated.
But remember, this demon would only be defeated,
Darling, once you decide to fight back unabated.
©2020 Bhagyashree
10.5.2020
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I know about abuse. I live with it daily. I am blind and wheelchair bound and sick from cancer, and have no feeling in my hands and feet. I am abused at home because being blind makes it easier for someone to abuse me. I have NO contact with other people because I am kept a prisoner.
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Dear Lorraine,
I have no words to describe your journey. You have been an incredible warrior in your battle with cancer. I can’t be more proud of you. Regarding your fight against abuse, I am glad you shared your story with me. It takes a lot of courage to do that and trust me, you already are a valiant soldier. Please don’t consider yourself weak in any aspect while you continue to endure abuse. All it takes, is a moment of resilience to end it all. I know it is easier said than done, but you deserve a life better than this. You have inspired me with your words,in ways you can’t imagine. I hope I can return the favor by being your friend, with whom you can freely share your joys and sorrows, from now on.
Yours truly,
Bhagyashree
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😢😢😢I am sorry to hear that.
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This is so powerful. Thanks for sharing! I’m an abuse survivor twice over (2006-2010 with an ex-boyfriend, and 2014-2016 with a college friend online). But, men statistically don’t report their abuse. It’s perceived as weak. I’m working hard to change that. I was brought to tears recently when a friend shared a post from Shayne Smith, who was horribly abused by an ex-girlfriend. It’s amazing he’s still alive to tell his story. I admire him greatly now, and he’s received so much support for sharing his story.
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Hello Laura,
Thank you so much!
I must be grateful to you for sharing your story. I am glad you felt comfortable to do this. I am so overwhelmed by the responses I have got on my post as people have come up to share their experiences. I hope you are in a better place now after having coped up with such tumultuous times.
This is such a brutal truth of our society. The stigma of weak and strong coupled with abuse against both genders is taking a toll on innocent people. It needs to change now. Kudos to your efforts for doing the same. I would love to be a part of this much needed battle too. Do let me know how can I contribute. 🙂
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What a beautiful creation – I agree abuse breaks people and they are never the same as before. Keep writing
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Thank you!
The vicious cycle of abuse is something, which needs to broken now, before it corrupts many others.
Hopes for a better tomorrow!
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Absolutely
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Excellent dissertation on the cycle of abuse
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Thanks a ton! 🙂
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I agree. Abuse is a terrible thing. I’ve been very fortunate that I haven’t experienced it myself, but I’ve known others who have. Good work on your poem!
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Thank you!
Yes abuse is a cruel truth of our society that needs to change.
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Very important issue….abuse can break a person physically,mentally and emotionally.
Very well conveyed through your poem.
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Thank you for your kind words, Ritu! Much appreciated! 🙂
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Great writing as an abuse survivor I was abused for many years most of life to be honest. First sex trafficking most of my childhood until the age of 18. Then abuse in general from my mom. And then because it’s a cycle I couldn’t escape three different abusive relationships. Forced silent because of fear. Now I live alone with me and my Boys. And thank god for my kids.
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I am sorry, you had to go through such times. However I am proud of you for moving strongly through all the painful moments and being an inspiration. I know your children would be proud of your struggles too. Thank you for sharing your story with me. I know it takes a lot of courage to do so. More power to you!
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