Poem:
It’s another hit
But not of the musical kind
Leaves a woman
Scared out of their wits,
quivering in fear
Wishing she could rewind
(Instead of dancing on the floor)
Holding back the tears
With a black eye & a swollen lip
What excuse will she give this time?
“I walked into the door
or I tripped”.
“Where were you?”
“Who were you with?”
He roars!
Or snidely remarks.
This type
Any type.
Of violence
And control
Well…
It doesn’t sit
well with me.
Just begets silence
Very little sympathy
And that’s the problem you see
Domestic abuse is so endemic
Insidious
Academic
As to become normalised
Stigmatised
She’s traumatised
And so is he!
(It’s all hideous)
Though he’s ashamed to admit
That he gets hit
So he stays silent
And grits
It out.
But we need to stamp it out
Raise a shout!
And not quietly sit
On the fence
Of deliberate indifference
Pretending that it
Doesn’t happen
Because it does
And it is.
Happening
As we speak
To people we deem
Outwardly
Tough as teak
On the verge
Of defeat
As they retreat
Into themselves
A shell of their
Former selves.
Taking another hit
While we scroll
And sift
Through
Insta photos
And Facebook posts
While the ones
We love the most
Are literally
Getting knocked
From pillar to post
It’s another hit
But not of the musical kind
And I’m left wondering
Why
Why can’t we be more kind?
Source:
Ken Hume
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This is tragic. Yes, it’s difficult to explain and also difficult to show if it’s mental abuse. The trauma leaves its mark. Well written in every way!
😞🙏🏻 Terveen 🙏🏻😞
Brilliant work!
There are different meanings of the word “pandemic”.
This is a beautiful example of a ghastly problem.
No amount of makeup can hide this much ugliness.
🤎 Nancy 🤎 ~ exactly!
A powerful piece.
💕 Margaret 💕 ~ agreed!
Wow guys, thanks very much for ye’re feedback on this! 🙏😊😁 It’s a difficult and troubling subject but one which needs to be addressed and stopped.
💕 💪🏻 Ken 💪🏻 💕
💔, one can’t even begin to fathom the nervous condition of the under 3 year olds in these abusive domestic realities, just a build up of trauma at their nerve endings.
Still, there are many barriers that stand in the way of a woman leaving an abusive relationship.
😰 Terrible…
Unbearable …
Our lives are filled with deplorable, sad and in many instances irreparable damage and harm.
Still we remain in denial.
Great poem! 🧡
🧡🙏🏻 Vidah 🙏🏻🧡 ~ ain’t it though?
It is for sure😊
It’s a hit everyday
Streaming through our airwaves
Women, men and children fear for their lives.
And so they grow older; a quarter (25%) of children in high-risk domestic abuse households are under 3 years old.
Everyday a hit streaming through the airwaves.
💔 Abi 💔
Oh yes.
😢
I agree that this topic needs more exposure – shining a light into dark places exposes the evil and perhaps motivates others to step in to aid and protect…. A powerful poem!
💚 Muri 💚
I wonder how Ken’s poem sounds with him reading it aloud; it sounded like rap as I read it, though certainly with a more positive message than many rap songs. I like how he brought it back around full circle with the repeating line ‘But not of the musical kind’
Yep; the topic is important. Ken Hume’s poem reminded me of one I put out earlier:
https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/2021/11/15/sixsentencestories-blanket/
Wow, D. I just read your piece. How vivid and intense!
💙
David
Thanks very much DAvery,delighted you enjoyed it! 😊🙏😁 Yeh, it does have the feel of a rap song! 👍😁
Very beautiful poem. ♥️♥️♥️
❤️ Aparna ❤️ ~ I totally agree
Sadly, a truth many know.
😔🙏🏻 Lauren 🙏🏻😔
Great poem by Ken!!! ❣️
🤍 Cindy 🤍 ~ I agree!
💞 ❣️