Dig Deep #domestic abuse #hypocrisy

 

chalk bones whips blush poem

A little rant and a p-o-e-m in light of increasing domestic abuse numbers (within this Covid period)and ‘legal’ /unrecognised domestic abuse, depending on country, perspective and bribes.  

It is not OK to condone the notion that women exist to be beaten, abused and trodden on.  I cannot stand for this either, so, I won’t.

Bury me deeply
so that the sun can’t find
my heart.
It will not oblige,
if torn from my smouldering flesh;
soothing fractals in the shadows of my skin
glow still with the pearls
of my faith that now runs as sweat down
my beaten face.  My soul, always on fire,
is why your hands are now burning.

Bury me deeply
so that the crows you tame
will not abuse me for all eternity,
 when solace is no longer
a sacred place
and death becomes an arbitrary mulch.

Bury me deeply,
so when your fists rage and pound
against the rise of dank, dark soil,
I will not feel you.
When you scream and shout,
begging for grief and release, since I am not
there to torture, the crows will
gather once again,
but you will watch them shield me.
So, you should bury
me deeply.

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

3 thoughts on “Dig Deep #domestic abuse #hypocrisy”

  1. Anita, this is an epic poem and I hate that it had to be written. Women have to deal with the way men belittle us and disregard us all the time. The last thing we need is another woman, one who was in power, to uphold the nonsense and craziness men sometimes resort to.

    Bravo to you for taking a stand.

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    1. Craziness it is. We are the same species and share a humanity. Yet the disparities in several areas grow ever wider and we’re treat like aliens -just because some of us (mostly the sociopathic/psychopathic of us cannot cope with that or hope to understand it. Instead they feel threatened by us and crave power over us. I feel sorry for them. Brave boys.

      Thanks very much for reading and your thoughts, trE.

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