By Star of David Date: 2012 Jul 24 Comment on this Work [[2012.07.24.00.52.15083]] |
Its come down to Beads on a string Where I am a worker No longer a woman Who believes he hits me Because he loves me And in moments Best reserved For the insane Sometimes I miss it That place where I thought I belonged But I would rather String beads and Remain untouched Than live with the Deafening silence That resounds When skin Splits open And blood Flows freely From being touched Much too hard Id rather have Beads on a string Than beatings (Written for 'Shakthi: A Celebration of Femininity,' a fundraiser for Emerge Lanka Foundation to spread awareness about sexual assault/abuse through artistic avenues. See http://emergeglobal.org/ or emergeglobal.org/emerge-lanka-foundation/) |