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a poem about abuse

Submitted:Feb 1, 2012    Reads: 29    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

I feel the bruises on my hips

Left behind by finger tips

Little spots of black and blue

Left so I'll remember you.

I feel the bruises on my face

Where your fingers tried to trace

The outline of my blackened eyes

Hidden by cosmetic lies.

I feel the bruises on my chest

Where you hit me with your best

Black and blue and red and green

The ugliest that I have seen.


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