Suffer in Silence? I Dare not!( A Poem about Domestic Violence)
I wake up to the sound of him walking around the room. I assume that something is going to happen soon. He could get hit me, he could curse me; he could seriously hurt me if he dares. He drags me out the bed and out the room. My heart is hurting, my mind is pounding, and I’ve got to get out of here soon. He begins to attempt to sedate me so that he can rape me But I noticed that silence fills the room. Do I not have any cry in me left or have I lost my voice? I’m tired of screaming and shouting only for my cries to go unnoticed. Only for my tears to just dry up while I’m being ignored but being silent keeps me in a prison. I have no one to turn too but I also haven’t really turned to anyone Because every time someone gets close to me, I allow the threats of this fool to disturb my cool. So I’m no longer cool, instead I’m warm feeling unloved and torn apart. As he attempts to rape me I think to myself, dare I be silent? Or should I dare to make a noise...