This piece was written specifically in connection to domestic violence. The images and storyline were drawn from a story a friend of mine shared with me, after being punched in the eye after a party by a male


he was never her lover
never her father
nor her brother
but right fist hit left eye
hazel colored pupils never glistened so beautiful through bloodshot colored skin
my right leg shook hitting classroom table
we asked her what happened
"well, i was havin' a fight wit shorty and he jumped in and hit me"

he was never her lover
never her father
nor her brother
but if he was ever fortunate to hold her in his arms he would beat her soul
till blood vessels screamed her name

us women are precious
they seem to be amused by our jewels so they feel no need to preserve us
forgetting that our umbilical cord are their oxygen mask
our wombs hold no compartments due to their frequent flier miles
they must of never felt pain
i can only imagine that the impact of his hit
it must of been worst than child's birth
because we don't cover our children with sunglasses only abused eyes in shame

you fondled with death so now hes left hanging on to the water held in stems of dandelions left on her tombstone