She spent hours cleaning, the floors he insist must sparkle, look at him, he is a mess, he stinks from all the gore and she is amazed at how fast she learnt how to tune out his slur.

It’s loud, it’s so annoyingly loud, she could choke him right now but she cleans him up and puts him in bed.

There is a pain reliever on the bedside table, it will wake up his tired muscles in the morning, maybe he will have enough energy to break more bones. Her jaw is yet to heal so she prays he is knocked out till the next day, she will have time to prepare for the next round.

She wonders if those arms that have dealt her so many blows will ever reach out to hold her. It’s cold in her world, it’s bloody the measure of pain she has had. Her warrior stance is shaken, there is no soul,no hope, no strength for her to draw from.

Does this story get better? Is there a silver lining? I wonder. But this is what society has turned her into. No she can’t leave, she is supposed to stay after-all a woman’s place is in man’s house, remember that. What is she with her degrees, if she doesn’t have a ring on her finger? A woman’s crowning glory is her children, she must birth his children even if she dies before she gets the chance.

Written by Orahii Anastesia Doowuese

I am a spoken word poet/ intuitive writer also an aspiring filmmaker. I believe words have enough power to form our world. You can find me on Instagram sharing my quotes and poems, the username is Lordstace. Find me.

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