A Farewell to

To the drunken, abusive wretch who nearly ruined me for life, I thank you. Thank you for allowing me, neigh, implored upon me your will with such vigor that my back nearly broke from carrying your burdens. Thank you for abandoning me when I was fighting for my life, presenting the semblance of an ‘ideal husband,’ when really, you were high-tailing it because you couldn’t handle being around me when I was so ill, and in the hospital. Thank you for raping me, while I slept, enforcing your dominance over me, mind, body and spirit, just like my father, and … Continue reading A Farewell to

Rage

You wanna know what sometimes makes me fly into a rage? Why do I get so “angry”? Why do I push you away, And treat you like a threat? Friend, foe or frenemy? Maybe it’s because I couldn’t even be left alone To sleep. Maybe it’s because I was violated, In every single way imaginable, When I was most vulnerable, While you just sat there, Silently judging my ‘shrewish,’ angry ways. Just because I married the guy, Doesn’t meant I ‘deserved it,’ or asked for it. Am I a bitch? You’re goddamn right, I am. But I’m so many other … Continue reading Rage