I see Me
Her body is weary, frail and huddled over in the corner.
She watches as her skin begins to wrinkle and her once soft hair is brittle and falls to the ground.
Her eyes are black and soulless, only possessing the salty tears that fall down her bruised cheek.
It becomes hard for her to breathe, her lungs pierced by the fatality of the bullet from his gun.
Her heart aches barely able to pump the blood around her body.
What happened to the vibrant sun rays that blessed the soft cocoa of her skin?
Her eyes bright fluffy puppy dog brown, piercing stares of love infatuation lost.
Soft supple hips, smooth creases along her body, curvaceous vivacious, plump and ripe
Every man wanted a taste, and she had no problem is cutting of a slice of that nice, sweetness
Thrown down on her existence watching her body writhing in pleasure, so to speak defiled of her
Own bodily urges, her mind is filled with the coming orgasm, a scream gripping on the
Bed, his body on top of hers, that moment of sensuality, sexuality love and intimacy
She so very much craved , felt sickening to the stomach.
A creation of beauty a goddess of light and a gift of God
She can’t wait to roll out of her nightly comfort, to bathe the stench of her so called love.
Meanwhile he takes his clothes and leaves a tip on the table, worth nothing but a 50
Even though she stated her love was priceless. He pulls his wedding ring out of his pocket and home
To his wife he goes, shouting bye baby as he goes through her front door.
Baby, sexy, You, Her, Girl, Come here
Her daily compliments.
Laying in her boiling hot water infested with detol and the soft creamy soap to wash out all her blemishes
Cleanse her soul and her precious rose, so it is ripe again, ready to be plucked by yet another man
Stolen time after time, used over and over again, played like a bad record.
Intimacy is what she strives.
Body mind and soul demolished, her skin begins to wrinkle and her eyes begin to lose her light
Watching her own being, sitting in the corner.
What is a woman if women is not loving herself
Forced to sacrifice her dignity so she could feel love from another.
Constantly passing her heart in a gold box, to the first tom dick and harry that touches her in the right way.
Never realising that he throws away the case and leaves your heart on the floor, watching him as he abuses your soul.
Her thoughts and dreams being raped by the man she invited into her home, her head her heart
A friend she proclaimed had taken his hand and covered her mouth as he forced himself on her.
Watching the time and waiting for it to be over, minuet after minuet second after agonising second
Again she sits in the corner, heart reducing speed, blood starting to come to a stand still
Destroyed, fallen angelic being, defiled, abused, used and left to rot in her own stench of so called failure.
Her complicated and complex mind unappreciated, what choice does she have but to submit
Mind numbing intelligence she bares within her body, running through her veins a sense of power
Belittled.
Brutally robbed on the harsh streets of her mind.
She shouts at herself sitting in the corner slumped, struggling to breath
Get up and be who you are, take back what is rightfully yours.
Reaches out her hand to her broken self and she stands, body curvaceous vivacious and plump
Not to let another man take a slice without giving a quarter
Breaking out of her own cage in her mind and telling of her God given knowledge
Fear no evil, see no evil, because evil is the captivation of the mind she once compromised
Spark in her eyes, spring in her step, beauty in her smile.
She stands and looks at her reflection in the mirror only to see what I see.
I see me.
