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.
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!