Poem - Cleanser

I sit with you nestled in my ear,
Your voice reflecting my face,
tears pouring quicker than a melted glacier.
Muttering apologies that with every breathe cleanse my soul,
I will no longer sacrafice my soul for you to be a man,
I will restore my honour and not treat myself with contradictions,double standards and false hope of change.

I will be my own teddy,punching bag and crutch.
Your harsh disrespectful words will not fall on my delicate ears and outraged heart. I will be the bigger person because I am a woman.
At least I can walk free head held high back straight chin out, free of the shackles that bound my heart and clouded my bright mind.

My tongue will be razor sharp again, so will my skin be clear and white fawless, free from your purple anger. I will be hit once and strike back with vicous torture inventiveness. I will not turn the other cheeck, degraded to a naughty child. I will rip your manhood apart with can openers, nut crackers and pizza slicers.

Once bitten twice as cruel and hell knows no fury like mine, i was more than scorned so i will shatter you like china and bring you to the level you are.

I will survive simply because I florish in escaping your sick twisted love.
I WILL SURVIVE and now i show you who i have become as a standing testimant to every woman like me from before, now and to be.