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Hi, my name is Alicia
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 | Butterflies -- A Poem About Abuse |
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 5 with 1 vote(s)
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| Created: 2006-11-22 00:27:14 |
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Notes: This poem is dedicated to my girlfriend, Alicia, who is going through some issues much like those in my poem.
Butterflies
She fears the footsteps on the stairs
But she can hear them
Thump, thump, thump
She trembles in trepidation
He opens the door
Her door
The one with the pink butterflies soaring across it
Her mother’s cries can be heard
Loud as ever
Clear as crystal
She cradles her bat hidden under the sheets
Her heartbeat rings in her head
The adrenaline makes her dizzy
He’s by her bed now, she knows it
She clutches the weapon tightly
She feels his hand coming closer
Sudden movements
Bat to face contact
Large hands grabbing
She looks over at her door frantically
Hoping the butterflies would comfort her
They don’t
Questions...
What did I do this time?
Why doesn’t daddy love me?
But he says he loves her
Says it as he robs her of her innocence
Alcohol on his breath
His words slurred
But he’s saying it nonetheless
Then it changes
He’s angry
Calling her vile names
Hitting her
When he’s finished, she’s left alone on her bed
Bare
Bruised
Bleeding
Broken
But daddy doesn’t care about her
He cares about his drinks
He cares about his needles
Why should he care about her?
A young girl who doesn’t know her place in the world
That’s nothing to care for
He goes back to his wife
Her mother
The one who blames her daughter’s bruises on skateboards and untied shoelaces
And blames her own bruises on doors and stairs
The woman who won’t call the cops
And says that the screaming was the TV on far too loud
Mommy’s always lying
Daddy’s always upset
She’s always scared
She stands from her bed
Limping to the door
Hands caressing the wooden butterflies
Staining them
Coloring them darker
No longer pink
Red
A deep red
All over her beloved butterflies
And she’s too far gone to care
- Samantha Hansen |
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