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.
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SøułSurvivør
4/20/2018
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!
