A Woman Bashed Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

The title tells the tale.

A Woman Bashed Me…

A woman bashed me once,

Well, more than once.

She repeatedly struck

My already damaged skull

Across and along Parramatta Road

Flailing blindly and maliciously

In full view of the hotel patrons

I’d been drinking with.

She struck athletically,

As she was a trophy winning striker

Trained by her father.

Maybe I should have hit her back

But I don’t hit women.

Or maybe I should have left her forever,

But without anywhere to go

What do you do?

You go back to bullying and abuse.

I wonder if she ever boasts to my daughters

About that night.

 

 

 


Submitted: June 13, 2020

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hullabaloo22

Hmm. It happens. All kinds of people dish out all kinds of abuse, and some of us just have to take it.

Sat, June 13th, 2020 7:48pm

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No-one has to accept or condone assault. I won't go on, but it's not acceptable from either gender. As soon as you strike out physically at someone, you give up all rights to be human and revert to animal passion and primativism. Violence is just an accuse to strike out inhumanly at some inner self-imposed hatred. It is unforgivable.

Mon, June 15th, 2020 12:24am

Mike S.

Yep, it's a no-win situation; damned if you don't, and more damned if you do, Craig, excellent!

Sat, June 13th, 2020 8:00pm

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Of course it is a true story. I would never tell my daughters. It's none of their business anyway. Just an old poem from an old poet. Thanks for the feedback.
Cheers,
Craig.

Sun, June 14th, 2020 11:58pm

Jobe Rubens

A girl bashed me at school once. I was in the corridor. We were all around thirteen. She could REALLY throw a punch. I came away scratched and ruffled. She liked me but I didn't fancy her. Christ, she just saw RED and seemed utterly possessed. She'd been on the glue, I think. It was the eighties - glue sniffing was all the rage.

Sat, June 13th, 2020 9:31pm

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Good story. Why don't you write a poem about it? If you don't will.Only joking. Love your work. All the best.
Craig.

Sun, June 14th, 2020 11:54pm

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