by Melanie Frew
A Poem for Thursdays
Black for the night-fall; your fear of his return
Black for the bruise you try to explain away
Black for the widow; disregarded, disrespected
Black for the alcohol you drink to forget
Black for the child ripped from your womb
Black for the blood of another wasted month
Black for the skirt torn in frenzied attack
Black for the slashes on your face as a sign
Black for veil of a marriage arranged
Black for the bedroom where there’s no choice
Black for the market on which you are sold
Black for the memories of a childhood stolen
Black for the self-hatred
Black for the self-loathing
Black for the darkness that surrounds all you are
Black for the final escape on the tracks
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