Her cheek blemished, Her collarbone bruised, she stares~ eyes aiming to the hell she must live in.
Often, I watch her and imagine myself lifting her head. Saying softly, "Your eyes should be lifted to the heaven, from which you came..."
I wish that I could rescue her from those tears she holds back. Secretly, I cry for her~ a stranger...
How can I not cry?
Her body is marked up
Like the subway she rides on.
Like a rose with thorns turning
Like ingrown hairs.
She is still beautiful, but
Doesn’t know it yet and
I don’t know her.
I see her life story unfolding.
Words are faded, the edges of the book tattered and torn. The physical abuse received Will never equal the mental.
Her stop is approaching and before she exits the train She glances at me and smiles like she does everyday. Maybe she knows what I'm thinking. Just maybe.
nice ,we human feel others even by the looks ,if we suffer deep,we feel others even more ,its all sufferings ,sends you back inside yourself ,you mirrorise yourself,and see others in that same mirror ,humans are bsically built ,of the same clay ,so we feel the same feelings
A very powerful message is conveyed in this poem. There is simply no excuse for abuse. Too often people can see it yet choose to look the other way. This poem speaks of deep compassion for another human being. Well written. Thank you for sharing. Debileah
Hmm.
Well, wow- this is really well done.
You capture the reader's attention from the very first stanza,
pulling the reader into the story with a great mood setting & imagery.
I just happened to come across this piece, & abnormally got sucked into it.
I'm just wondering what inspired you to write about this?
Hmm.
Well I guess that it's not really important, I'm just glad that you shared this with us.
This is amazing.
It grabbed me from the start and just kept going.
I love how she always smiles.
Makes me think that not only does she know
but it makes her very happy to know that someone thinks of her in such a way.
Very powerful.
So cool, I love that it's a complete story and that your inner wishes were clearly revealed;) so that we could see her and yourself through your eyes, great mirror in the writing.
IMHO just a couple ideas to look at:
Swelling from anger, I look away~
because no women on God's earth
should be (so)demoralized.
nice ,we human feel others even by the looks ,if we suffer deep,we feel others even more ,its all sufferings ,sends you back inside yourself ,you mirrorise yourself,and see others in that same mirror ,humans are bsically built ,of the same clay ,so we feel the same feelings
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