Poetry: The Princess of Sorrow

I cry through shaking hands,

You deprive me of what I give freely.

When facing your words, naked I am,

As you contrive your hurt for me daily.

Bathed by your words I am twelve again,

Ravaged by this pain you dare me to stand.

Kiss my cheek this night,

And tuck me into your bed of sorrow.

Battered and beaten,

I live to see tomorrow.

This pretty little collection of bruises and scars,

Marks my soul like planets and stars.

Where you sought to neuter the fight in my heart,

I fought to keep it from tearing apart.

Through the fire I defy your plan,

I find strength where you say I can't.

Your abuse gave birth to a beautiful,

Righteous, woman, strong and divine.

So on this night you can kiss my ass,

Because I stand just fine.

I cry through shaking hands from the laughter

As I close the book on your chapter...

~ Ebony

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