Woman of questionable capacity
Domestic Violence Brain Injury
First derived by battery
and amplified through history
a death-defying mystery
we see you on the street
in the clutches of the cold
in the snow, in stocking feet.
Running.
Women of orphaning progeny
generational curse
your testament to evil
still silenced in the church
we drank the red wine willingly
we filled up at the station
you found yourself there on the street,
the black sheep of a nation.
These broken dolls, dragged carelessly,
all headed for the bins,
once tried to be his everything
and found out they were nothing to him.
-J. Drew, 2024
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