Once

That is the number of times you get to hit me

I will pick my crumpled self up from the floor

And away from the solid bruising of the wall

Stand on shaky legs and turn my tear stained face

With angry, fiery eyes and through gritted teeth

I will advise you that this mistake you made

Will be the only time it ever happens

Because I will ruin your career and life

I will invoke society’s wrath against you

Removing your children from your world

If you ever lay your hands on me again in anger

Either that or be prepared to sleep with one eye open

Because I will kill you when you sleep tonight

Claiming self defence inside an abusive marriage

And my face is the proof that would exonerate me

Do. Not. Fuck. With. Me. Or you will regret it.

My spirit is harder than your fist will ever be

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5 Responses to Once

  1. disconcerted72 says:

    I truly hope this did not actually happen to you…
    But I admire the tenacity and resolve you express here.

  2. Dear rougedmount:

    As a guy who managed to sire [nearly immaculately] and raise four beautiful daughters, I thought I’d add that if anyone messes with my girls, they’d best pray that the police find them before I do…

    Thanks for this.

    Village Idiot

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