Bite Marks

Today, as i was walking home

I felt pressure against me 

I couldn't hold on

I faced a battle

I know i would not win 

Victory has eluded me

Over and over again 

I saw three girls

Each of them tall, decked out in designer gear 

They'd bought first hand from the mall 

I heard words ring around over and over in my ears

b***h, w***e, s**t, you dont deserve to be here

Apparently i was useless

Just an object, for no ones affection 

A barbie who's hair you could cut 

And through her in the garbage

Later that day

I sat in bed

I locked the door that night 

I cried until i felt exhausted 

Until i was no longer frightened 

My eyes were dry 

My lips were swollen 

Everything about me was bitten and broken 

Destroyed

In pain 

Things would never be the same 

And everyday became routine 

One day a knuckle, 

Next day someones buckle 

Its a vicious cycle that can't be contained

Reviews

[sammyj]

wow, I read and reread this and wow. wow. great poem and inner beauty, nomatter what you say if its from the inside its a window to look into.