Thursday, June 20, 2013

Illuminations of beauty

I was a boy when i met a bully whose name is lost forever but his mark left on me never gone.  When my body was not developed and made to be finished mistakes were made and pants became wet when he felt that it was cool to make my face wet.  So in my rage and moist eyelids i bit him and would not apologize to this creature who likes the torture endured on his victims who were not as lucky as me.  Little lucy was in my class and she was hurt and beat so she could not be better yet instead she would be let to corners sitting flat alone disjointed from the rest.  Everyday I saw her I would share a cookie comrades in a battle we would lose and so this cookie would be our reward for the day would mostly be of punishments.  She would soon leave my school her clothes too wet from weeping that did not cease and yet when she arrived at the next school she did not change in her treatment even teacher did not stop the wetting of her chin and bleeding of her nose and the screams for help she was left alone as if she was invisible and silent.  She would move on broken and shattered in pieces married to a man that did carry the load and exterior of a male but yet his mind was of nothing he be a good for nothing soul cutting and slitting a hole in her over and over again bloody between her lips and legs her cries and screams again she was thought to be silent and one day she could not breath could deal could not yell or scream and she began to think on her time in this clink maybe i did wrong and developed an affinity for low courage and no self esteem.  For all the others who share you time in the prison jailed and frail from the slamming of his fists know this that you are the thing all men desire where mystery lay upon your eyes that are like sunshine on a cloudy day rising among the grey and know men of his defilement and excrement are monster who shall be slain to high courage and self esteem with your  quick minds and feet run from him and push him to the ground run beautiful beaten down women and shine among the clouds and grey so all can smile from your illuminations of beauty

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