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Mars is Red ~ Venus is Blue

Mars, they say, is God of War

Venus Love...

But not no more.

 

Mars is red, an angry shade

With knuckles like

A sickle's blade

 

His right hook

has some might in store

He lays her on

The threshing floor

 

There he whacks

The chaff from wheat

She's just a dog

For him to beat...

 

Mars is red

Venus is blue

Black as well

A nasty hue

 

Her friends tell her

To up & leave

For all the beatings

She's recieved

 

But she knows

That if she leaves

He'd find... and ****

With none to grieve.

 

So she stays down

On knees to pray

That Mars would simply

Go away...

 

He will not

She's bound to lose

Red & blue...

A purple bruise.

 

Finally she'd had enough

Packed some food

And all her stuff

 

Before he could

Wake up to belt her

She went into a caring shelter

 

He searched and searched

But never found

His goddess was

Nowhere around

 

He drank and drank

His days away

Finally t'was

As she had prayed

 

Mars hit bars

With liquored breath

He finally drank

Himself to death.

 

Mars was red

And Venus blue

But now she's FREE

 

She could be YOU.

 

.

 

 

 

SøułSurvivør

4/20/2018

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SoulSurvivor
Published
Jul 10, 2019
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Notes

This poem has been in my drafts for a long time. I was hesitant to post it, because it has very violent content. But something told me recently that I should put it up. Maybe there's someone who needs to read it, I don't know. All I know is that if you are a battered woman there is help out there. You don't have to suffer in silence anymore!

I was battered... ONCE.

I ran away and called the cops & that was IT for HIM. But he stalked me for 2 years before he finally gave up. I'm lucky to be alive!

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