Eliza

Founder and President of Safe House

 

My Words of Truth

By Michea Danine

I was a “Tom Boy”

My entire life

Met a Boy and thought 

I was destined to be his wife

Found shoes

And Dresses

Wore my hair long

Always to be what impresses 

My heart was given- no longer something I owned

Our hearts were integrated

He moved in, our house was our house

Our Family, made it home

We danced, we loved

We cuddled at night

I was comfortable and cozy

Finally everything just seemed right

Just as happy as I could feel

Addicted to a love

I soon learned 

Wasn’t real

   ***   

He started to accuse me

Of things I didn’t do

He made me sad

Just to see me blue

He brought me up

To tear me down again

Blamed me for the roller coaster

We were riding in

I began fighting for perfection

Damn close to being near

That’s when he decided to leave me at a bar

For dancing with a so-called “Queer”

***

It’s so hard to breathe

When he’s shouting in my face

Doesn’t he understand?

I don’t deserve this!

His attitude is a disgrace!

I shake my head at the lies, girls and drugs

It’s not bringing up the past

If I’m not wanting to sweep it under the rug

We can’t talk

Because destruction is his addiction

Accompanied by constant inconsiderate infliction

Ignored by all

And always, free from conviction

***

I never willed the abuse into existence 

And I didn’t “ask for it”, myself

I am good girl who wanted to be loved

Not to be trophy, that’s beaten 

Then placed on a shelf

***

My heart still shakes and cries for him at night

Even though I remember,

He almost killed me

During our last fight

***

I can’t shut it out 

 But we can’t turn back

I am forced to make my heart stop

Turn my red to black

I want to yell

I want to scream

I want to wake up

From this horrid dream

I thought we were a team

But we are proof

Of just another statistic

You will go back… because so had I

Proving this type of love is completely sadistic

Denying so is nothing but a lie

***

But I have to fight it so hard

And remain strong

Calling my friends to remind me

That going back is nothing 

But wrong

***

I can no longer let my heart control my mind

I have to take care and do me

And let it all heal with time

I am today learning to smile again

Finally able to breathe

Planting plants everywhere

As a way to grieve

***

But I wish I could erase

The bad he’s done

Wrap him in my arms

And let us overcome

***

Control is not something I have here

For that I am glad

But please convict him

For taking everything we had

Leaving me broken-

Bruised; Toyed with; Misused

Strangled; Abused; and Constantly Confused

I am grateful today, that on Mother’s Day

It wasn’t my face on the news

That my daughter can still look up to this woman

Standing before you today, asking for this man to pay his dues

Show no mercy for the men

Who love- than beat their wife

Don’t let him off easy, as he didn’t me

As I have endured relentless strife

 ***

The doctors, the lawyers

The phone calls, the bills

The hyoid still shifted to the left

To the pain relieving pills

The crying, the anger

The sadness, the fear

From love to endangerment

From hating to wanting him near

Please show this man

Sitting before

What it looks like

To sit behind a prison door

The type of punishment that proceeds

Hitting, slamming, slapping and choking

Kind of deeds

Make him work

And Make him pay

For all he did to me

Especially on, 

Mother’s Day.

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