Written by: Admin_SheEvo
Is pain her lifelong purpose?
Momma calls me to her room.
She tells me she’s afraid she won’t be here
To protect me, to shield me from
The blows, the screams, the endless pain.
She says I must try to endure,
Like she did in her marriage, in vain,
Because that’s all she knows.
Her bruises are no longer just a part
Of her body, they are her body,
A map of suffering, a topography
Of pain and fear, of shame and pity.
What do I do?
Run? Hide?
Reach for the sky and hope someone hears.
Am I the next?
Is this my fate?
A legacy of pain, a heritage of shame.
Although this is what keeps us tight,
A shared secret, a silent refrain,
A bond of survival, a story we maintain.
By: Amu
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