I see her
The many hers
Living life around me
Growing up hard
Bodies holding bruises
Smiles forged by heartache
Eyes that glisten like fire glass
There’s always such a burning
Slow and steady
Working at their insides
Making them stronger?
Making them angrier?
Will they become supervillains?
Will they become heroes?
People talk about them
She’s crazy. Too messy.
“She’s sweet but a psycho”
She lashes out fast
Doesn’t give you time to rest
She’s so defensive
So manipulative and possessive
Those girls. Those women.
Have only themselves
They walk around broken
And nobody cares
They are roadkill
Too late for them anyhow
I see her
Reaching out for help
Writing their stories
Looking for justice
But mostly searching for peace
I saw a her today
She is 80 and alone
She’s not roadkill
She’s trying still
To be unbroken
Not a psycho
Just a human
Full of sorrow
*** I just finished a book that made me realize how many women I know who endured intense physical, sexual, or psychological abuse. Many times this abuse makes it hard for a woman to have any kind of healthy relationship. And she is blamed whether she tries to get better and be better or not.
HASTYWORDS 
I feel every line, every word. It makes me sad to know this is me. I’d love to know the book you read
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It was GOOD ME BAD ME a psychological thriller by Ali Land. It’s fiction but the lead character really had me thinking about real life people around me.
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thank you
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It tears at the heart THANK YOU
When we stop shedding tears about this we stop being human.
I wrote a poem about this topic last night. You may want to take a look
http://billiehuman.com/2021/06/16/not-a-thing-to-own/
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I just read but was having trouble logging in to comment. Which is weird because her I am logged in to answer this one. Grrr. I see you and hear you. Big hugs my friend. ❤️
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Thank you
When will we, as a worldwide society, wake up to the harm we cause by writing off victims of crime?
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I’m not sure we ever will. Mostly because abusers often don’t acknowledge they are abusers.
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I have to keep my hopefull belief that one day we will live in a world where victim blaming is so abnormal people are shocked when they see it.
Call me delusional but I still believe it will happen
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It’s a good thing to hope for
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What you do when 3 adult men one of whom caused his little girl to cry out at midnight in fear (he’s got a big bunch of flowers to make the bruises heal) see me and start singing “Billie Billie Billie watch where you go, someone’s going to get you don’t you know”
I only went outside for a quick cigarette.
But still I WON’T BE THEIR VICTIM and I STILL have my (delusional???) Hope
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Ok it finally let me. Sometimes WordPress is tricky.
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So true. So many. For so long.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
HASTY – The harm, and the blame too long in the wrong direction
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Bravo!
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I truly feel this. So often I’ve wondered why one will endure abuse and remain beaten down, while another will be able to not only make it through, but rise above and bring others with them. So far it looks like I’m making it through, but it hasn’t been without some motherfucking challenges.
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Nive
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Every line hits right in the heart. What a sad and beautiful write
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