The Woman As Predator

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I wrote this poem years back. The woman that this poem describes was verbally, mentally, and emotionally abusive to me practically from birth. When I was a little girl, she and my mom would have constant, very heated arguments about her treatment of me. She would purposely give my brother and sister money and candy right in front of me while giving me nothing. Coming from a caregiver of a small child, this was pure cruelty and it took its toll on my self image and self esteem. It has also blessed me with the ability to express openly and honestly. I have learned to forgive her. She is now deceased. She did help shape a big part of who I am but God is bigger than that and he does heal. I hope that this can help someone. I am blessed.

Submitted: June 01, 2012

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The woman has no mercy. She shrinks hearts with her glare and stifles confidence with her tongue. She is your worst enemy and her name is Grandmother.

Do not let her crush you. Do not let her win. She has consulted with spirits to destroy you. She has plotted your pain. After all of these years, she seeks mercy and begs for you to remember her in her old age.

When girls are young, she hates the love they have for themselves and stomps it out. She mangles the necks of innocents. They have no promise of a future and no hopes of dreams come true. She robs them of their sanity and continues to give them no peace.

Therefore, mercy remains in the shadows and will not come to her. It has hidden itself from her in anger. When boys are young, she charms them into entrapment. She then proceeds to control them for life. Some rebel and some surrender. Those who rebel become her worst enemies. They flee and soar on the clouds of self respect. Although wounded, they enjoy their freedom and never look back.

Those who surrender are stripped of their manhood through utter dependence. They build her a pedestal on which they never consider their wives worthy enough to stand. Why is she rewarded for all of the emptiness she has spread? Is it because she's a mother?

Since when does a sorcerer receive thanks from the one on which he casts the spell? Or do children cheerfully jump into a witch's brew all the while thanking her for making them a part of her creation?

One of the girls grew up but a part of her didn't grow with her. She hates but she knows that she needs to love. She has to pull mercy from the darkness and only forgiveness can heal her wings. Copyright © Bridget S. Martin


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