
From the Voice of Domestic Violence Poetry Series by Felina:
Why?©
Copyright 2014
By Felina Silver Robinson
Why when I tell you the truth
You insist it’s a lie
You frisk me like a thief in the night
Searching for what
I can only imagine
You come up empty handed
But I’m not so lucky
I end up with the whites of your knuckles
Tattooed across my body
Like an artist paints his canvas
Even as I quiver
And tears run down my face
Your bantering continues to ring through my ears
A small red puddle starts to gather at me feet
Your guess is as good as mine
As to where it comes from
After a while I can no longer hear your voice
I’ve drifted off to somewhere else
Somewhere darker and yet serene
Anything is better than here
I’m thinking to myself
Why couldn’t I get others to listen
To believe what I was saying
Didn’t they wonder why
I was always covered up
Even on the warmest day
Didn’t they wonder why
I always had to run home
As if being time in a race and may the best one win
They never questioned why my phone was always ringing
And the tears streamed down my face
Each day I was trapped
And there was no turning back
There was nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
I had run out of time
And now the phantom had come to collect me
Before it was my time
And all because no one ever questioned
Why?
This poem is one of many I’ve written in the hopes of raising awareness about domestic violence. This is a serious problem that has plagued us all for decades even centuries. I believe it’s been inbred in many and they are not even aware of what they’re doing nor are the aware of the consequences to themselves or their victims. Changes can only be made once the problem is acknowledged and both the victim and the abuser become willing to take action; only then can progress be made. Are you ready to lend a hand or a shoulder to those in need? Take Action and defeat the beast known as Domestic Violence.
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