It is a Man's World


Awake with a startle, wondering where she was,
How long was she unconscious? She doesn't remember.
Tries to open her eyes, she just cannot.
Why does it pain so much, she's perplexed,
She suddenly remembers the blows on her face,
musters up the courage to face herself.

In herself she sees the first day he hit her,
and days that followed with flowers and gifts.
10 years after, that routine still follows.
Being beaten to pulp and then flowers.
Is she supposed to cushion herself with them?
Are they nothing but false promises?
Is she going to be compensated for the drunken violence,
night-after-night-after-night?

Why does she stay, why does she put up with this life?
Is it love? Is it fear? Is it about her own insecurities?
She touches the scars that have now found a permanent place.
Will she ever find herself? Will she ever find answers?
Will he ever be the same?
She's lost more than she thought herself to be.
It is a man's world indeed.

She hears a distant wail, stammering, stumbling, she goes,
Her only child, the apple of her eye, her savior in her dark gloomy life.
She picks her up, and cradles her to sleep,
singing the songs her own mother used to sing.
The child falls back into a deep slumber, 
safe in her mother's arms, oblivious to her hell.



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