Injustice

It was a dark and stormy night,

For all you spit from your mouth was spite.

My heart pounded so heavily in my chest,

Threatening to leap from where it fit best.

To be out of that place, was what I desired,

your rage rumbling, I wanted to escape your fire.

Would you decide to come in and say those atrocities

To my face, or would you cower behind your animosities.

My deepest wish was that as I heard you turn on my mother,

You would explode and she wouldn’t have to smother

her tears in a pillow another night

from the uproarious fight

Which included your words of “worthless bitch”

And inside I found an itch

To leave and be free

But at the time that wasn’t meant to be.

I knew your anger would soon smolder though,

With nothing more than emotional wounds to show.

And the next day I would wake up, wounds still oozing,

Pain still flowing, and believing your words so un-soothing,

That I am a worthless little shit, with no chance in life,

And destined only to experience more strife.

Those days are now over,

But I still carry this boulder.

Every day it comes expected,

To encounter this shadow you’ve erected.

I can’t escape the words,

Wish they would fly away like birds.

But they are like ravens

And for my soul they are a cravin.’

They chase me in dreams

Sometimes I can’t tell what any of it means.

But all I know

Is that the lies they tell aren’t so.

And if you would only listen

To this story that you’re missin’

You’d see there’s still a lot of others

Who are trembling in the gutters

Of their abuser’s defeat

When one simple need you could meet,

To give them some hope

And let them know the dope

They live with is not even a sample

Of the prime example of love

That could set them free like a dove.