Opressor.

Opressor.

A Poem by Lizza543

My flesh tears open at the disgust of your sheer abandoment.
My soul speaks to your ignorance, but my mind turns its back on you.
My fists shake angrily at the sight of my bruises.
Purple, blue, and red.
My spirit deflates to the echo of your tone of voice.
Oppressor.
Restraining me with wretched chains of abuse and humiliation.
My blood pours from my gaping wounds and flows like a polluted river.
Let's see who's not good enough now.

© 2010 Lizza543


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Added on June 12, 2010
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Lizza543
Lizza543

Miami, FL



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