BORN WEAK – A poem for the abused

You told me no one wanted me and that I was weak and worthless

You cursed me and punched when all I wanted was your tender caress

I cried from my mouth, heart and soul for mercy from the heart

You smiled and spit my face; you never loved me from the start

You thought I was born weak.

I would huddle up in fear and hide myself from your punishment

Not realizing the longer I stayed I’d be in this predicament

My entire being was fragile and I bled for your love

I was sleeping with my enemy who once seemed pure as a dove

You thought I was born weak.

All along there was something brewing in my spirit.  It had the strength of a thousand soldiers, I felt and embraced it.

You tried to suppress this strength and keep me in your grasp.

But I got away from you, my true enemy your face has been unmasked.

You thought I was born weak.

A victim pinned down and whipped by the the oppressor, I felt less than dirt.

The transformation has begun; I’m stronger than titanium and I know my worth.

You didn’t create me so you don’t own me.  I’m not yours to abuse.

I am free as a bird on air, born of strength and I will never again be misused.

Author:  Sabuwrah Kennedy

 

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