My Body Tells A Story

Some say they know,

Not of my abuse.

I tell them that my smile

Is no excuse.

If you look closely you'll

See my scars,

Marks on my face

He did yes mar.

Not just physical but

Even mental pain,

At times had me feeling

Myself insane.

He took from me

Everything I had,

Even our baby’s life

Which was so sad.

At one point he almost

Took my life.

After my baby’s death,

I gave him the knife.

I’m reminded of this each

And every single day,

I look to my face and

The stories it can say.

A story from each and

Every scar and mark,

Above my right eye;

Left me in the dark.

Under it was where

He said I was wrong,

Top my head I sang the

Wrong words to a song.

Above my left eyebrow was

When he did cheat,

Under it was when he

Was in the streets.

My bottom lip because

He said, I shouldn’t pout.

Broken jaw the day,

I found him out.

A broken nose plus

Lost two teeth,

Doubting him and on

My chin underneath.

A broken eye socket

When I tried to run.

Pierced ears split when

I bathed in the sun.

14 staples atop my forehead

When I didn’t believe.

6 broken bones because

I tried to leave.

Ribs broken because I

Didn’t need a friend.

Stories continued until

To prison him, I did send.