#domesticviolence

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  • sid_rulz 4w

    #domesticviolence

    I keep my heart emptying every day
    from all those hurting words you say
    it gives me a chance to know you better
    so it will not get repeated another day

    The way you scream over me and slay
    it doesn't suit your manhood, anyday
    i thought things will change and get solved
    and time passes slowly and fades away.

    I want to live with you and want to stay
    i don't know what cost I'm going to pay
    i could have taken many steps but I won't
    because I trust in God and I do regularly pray.

    May be one day you'll realize how you betray
    when I'm not around you to hear or to say
    that day you'll will cry and get to know that 
    the one who loved you was not your prey.

    ©siddharthsingh
    ©sid_rulz

  • the_amorist 5w

    I BELIEVE

    A bang here
    A slam there
    I compare
    Thee to a tempest
    As I sit there helpless
    You disappear
    And the skies are clear
    It's a beautiful day, beautiful life
    Pathetic be your attempts to evoke fear
    In me as you threaten to stab me with a knife
    Merely a puppet to his wife
    Ironic be your phobia of queers
    When she's got her hand up your ass
    We're both cishet yet I'm only one being straight
    When I tell you about all the hate
    That you harbour doesn't aid your ARSEnal
    Neither weapon nor armour
    What you are is a house of glass
    Yet your greatest asset is being crass
    No wonder you're looking for shelter
    And though I wish i could bash
    Your head in, dream it's you I'm beheading
    I know where you be heading
    I'll leave it all to karma and the devil
    Not a satanist but I believe in an evil-doer's inevitable peril
    And it's just pitiful
    How you ridicule us
    In hopes you can break us
    Maybe physically 
    But never psychologically
    For in the mind of a psycho
    Logic be something you'll never see
    Got your head up in the clouds
    Till you get hammered back down to reality
    Fruition of your wicked schemes
    A happenstance that will never be 
    ©the_amorist

  • bhagyshre 8w

    Different countries,
    Different cultures ,
    Different customs,
    Different tradition ,
    Different thinking ,
    Different beliefs ,

    The one thing in common is the women suffering to please men !

  • fathimagulzar 8w

    An ode to the growing dowry-deaths and to all the sufferings a family goes through while wiping away every penny from their savings.
    #dowry #death #domesticviolence #marriage #society

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    Head held low
    Heavy with the burdened flowers
    Of responsibility, traditions and unwanted obligations.
    Clutched with the golden bangles of restrictions
    Dragging back into the cycle of societal diminutions.

    The very decorative bride
    Is the apple of her parents' eyes
    Tomorrow she is to be
    Her in-laws money laundering vine.
    Greed wrapped into the drapes of presents
    Unfolds barbarity of the minds
    If left unquenched
    The same is draped around her neck
    Hostility further benched.
    ©fathimagulzar

  • aivsairandhri 8w

    You were the only word
    I begged behind the door
    Whenever your blue love
    Painted my body in smudges
    Of indigo galaxies
    I loved you more
    So that you will look at them
    And change the artistry
    But you were a great artist
    Who ardently took every time
    In ornating my crumpled body,
    Pain puddled in my every breath
    Still I was sure, you loved me
    And then One day
    I became a blue body of lies.
    ©Aiv Sairandhri

    #domesticviolence #cees_doors #miraquill #writersnetwork #challenge #image_prompt
    @miraquill

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    And then One day
    I became a blue body of lies.
    ©Aiv Sairandhri

  • isalittlebroken 12w

    Behind the curtain

    I'm not here to hold your fucking hand.
    I may however push you down the stairs.
    Wouldn't that be a trip? 
    I'd pay to see it.
    Money well spent, 
    on fools and divorces.
    I love you, baby. 
                               Now hear this! 
    die for me...

    ©isalittlebroken

  • bibliophile3 12w

    Generational pass

    Anyone can easily know how he treats me just by looking at the bruises on my face.

    I don’t complain the whole gender.. it’s him and what all he saw in his childhood..
    The way you treat your wife is the way he treats his wife.

    Generations of abuse and domestic violence
    @bibliophile3

  • shruti__ 17w

    so it goes

    and so it goes
    that way again
    he raises his fist
    divides the house
    in two seconds
    his hands on her neck
    she can't even cry
    muffled voices
    inside her mind
    nothing they say
    can make it ever right
    and so it goes
    that way again
    he raises his fist
    across her head
    ©shruti__

  • scaredycat 17w

    Hands down

    Because I couldn't separate the higherarchy between at work and at home
    You put your hands on me

    Because I didn't turn my back and instead faced forward while you spread your love wherever you felt the need
    You put your hands on me

    Because I didn't shut my mouth when I heard about an indescretion half buried by time with your said you spent with your mom.
    You put your hands on me

    Because I knew better than to trust you but acted like I trusted you to everyone we knew
    You put your hands on me.

    Now I shutter at the thought of any man putting hands on me.

    Now I cringe at the idea of even a trustworthy man putting their hands on me.

    Now I isolate myself in fear of anyone getting within arms reach cause they may put their hands on me.

    Now I can't remember what a loving touch felt like because you put your hands on me.
    ©scaredycat

  • natkhatiwrites 18w

    चुप्पी

    कोमल हाथों पर,
    ज़ुल्म की छाप है।
    कल रात की दास्तां
    हो रही बयां है।

    महान बनने का नाटक,
    वो सरेआम करता है।
    अकेले में रोज़ वो,
    मारकुटाई करता है।

    कब तक इस राज़ को,
    अपने अंदर छुपाएगी।
    उस दरिंदे को कब तक,
    अपना पति बुलाएगी।

    रात ज़रूर छंटती है,
    भोर कहां टलती है।
    उसके काले कारनामे भी,
    साफ़ दिखाई दे जायेंगे।

    अपनी चुप्पी तोड़ दे,
    हर राज़ से पर्दा खोल दे।
    लौटेगी फिर से बाहर,
    तू पल-पल मरना छोड़ दे।

    तू एक कदम बढ़ा,
    उसके पैर कांप जाएंगे।
    तुझेपे उठनेवाले हाथ,
    धड़ से ही कट जाएंगे।

    डर को अपने त्याग दे,
    शक्ति का दामन थाम ले।
    पहचान अपनी ताकत को,
    खुदको अब थोड़ा प्यार दे।
    ©natkhatiwrites

  • yamiwrites 19w

    Domestic violence

    Thumping hands showering punches,
    accompanied with wooden rod...
    With constant mocks hurled on her,
    shrouding cries she silently sobs...

    Folded hands pleading mercy,
    bearing unbearable pain...
    Old wounds uncured,
    turned fresh bleeding again...

    Concealing the purplish marks,
    she perfectly drapped her saree...
    Hid the agonies under fake smile,
    not showing a single sign of worry...

    Just for the sake of her children,
    she tolerates intolerable torments...
    Collecting shattered pieces of self respect,
    splintered in umpteen fragments...

    ©yamiwrites

  • john_felix 19w

    Repeated Fist

    He comes at night,
    Very deep in the night.
    We get scared, so scared.
    He stinks of booze, none will be spared.
    We're doomed, Her more than us.
    We now wait, wait for our turn.
    He walks, no staggers, straight on,
    She covers us, that we may not burn,
    As he marches to us, on and on.

    The door he breaks down,
    A yell he lets out.
    Feed me! You disgust me! You clown!
    Our protector feeds him, he rejects it.
    Stop! You're scaring them, she pleads.
    And she is met with a fist,
    A fist of weakness, a fist of pity.
    Before another, we leave, to the dark,
    The dark of uncertainty, and wait for a repeat.

    The light comes out,
    We are back in.
    His old shell is out,
    And kindness now creeps in.
    He is so good, good to all.
    We can now forget, forget the fist and yell.
    He heads out again, and we read her mind.
    She can't erase them, the repeats,
    Repeats of the usual fists.
    ©john_felix

  • scaredycat 19w

    Unliving

    I can still feel what it's like
    to have your hands
    gripped around my neck
    And I'm sorry
    If I seem confused
    At how you can apologize and expect
    That i would have it in me
    to forgive and forget
    what you've done,
    You robbed me
    of what made me myself,
    You lied to me so much
    That i can never trust no on else
    when I dig deep down inside
    I hear my finger tips scratching the bottom,
    scratches that echo
    let me know what you did
    can't be undone.
    Everytime youd hit me
    a piece of who I was disappeared
    You beat that piece out of me
    and in its place you left fear
    You go to bed at night
    And wake up each day
    to something shiny and something new
    I stay up all night
    reliving getting my ass beat by you.
    When a person says they love you
    you don't expect
    That love to leave you bruised
    But then again
    I also didn't expect to see you grin
    as you told me you win this round again
    And I loose
    I found out,
    Years after we split
    The no matter how long I sit
    and try to remove the parts of you
    that are embedded in my skin
    And in my brain
    and in my soul
    That nothing
    I do will rid me
    from the terror you caused me
    it's too late
    it's already taking its toll.
    So yet again
    you go on living
    as if any or all of this
    had never taken place
    And I go on unliving
    worried that one day
    In some crowd
    I'll run across your face.
    ©scaredycat

  • akshay_vasu 22w

    Every time he raised his hands on her. He killed a prince from a fairy tale somewhere deep within her heart, brutally.


    - Akshay Vasu

  • miss_angela 22w

    Domestic violence

    You tell me you love me,
    But your actions don't match,
    Just like a cigarette burns
    When it falls in love with a match

    Destined to be hurt,
    I can't take much more
    I believed you had changed
    But again I'm beaten on the floor.

    Why don't I see it,
    The constant humiliation
    The Continued abuse
    And degradation

    My pleas for help
    Just deafening silence
    I pray for it to end,
    This domestic violence

  • miss_angela 22w

    Domestic violence

    You tell me you love me,
    But your actions don't match,
    Just like a cigarette burns
    When it falls in love with a match

    Destined to be hurt,
    I can't take much more
    I believed you had changed
    But again I'm beaten on the floor.

    Why don't I see it,
    The constant humiliation
    The Continued abuse
    And degradation

    My pleas for help
    Just deafening silence
    I pray for it to end,
    This domestic violence

  • adwaitsoul 23w

    आजकल उसके घर से आवाज़ बहुत आती है,
    लगता है किसी ने फिर से आवाज़ उठाई है।।
    ©adwaitsoul

  • p_pranali 23w

    Am a luckless child
    With dreams piled
    Under the fake notion
    Of the family ocean.

    Where my dad scream
    And mom's tear gleam
    Depriving for their love
    Hiding in darkness of glove.

    Birth giver of mine
    Caretaker of mine
    Or thief of my smile
    The Almighty One!

    Should I beg
    Should I cry
    Or should I die
    The Almighty One!

    The innocence once lost is swayed forever.
    Same as the zephyr in the stormy wind.

    ©p_pranali

    #writersnetwork #writersbay #childabuse #child #domesticviolence #ceesrepost

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    The
    innocence
    once lost
    is swayed
    forever
    same as
    the zephyr
    in the
    stormy wind.

    ©p_pranali

  • redneckwriter69 25w

    "Violence but a remembrance of a psychotic fear "

    Memories and nightmares are all that remains
    Time is slowly drifting away with little to no trace
    Your face and anger always I see
    Chasing to erase me from time and mind
    There was strength I once found
    It made me unbind chains wrapped so tight
    All we done was go thru the fight you tore my heart
    Ripped my soul and threw me down
    On this not so merry go round
    The sound of your voice haunts me day and night
    The evil of this sound often is a fright
    Blood stained nightmares is what you left behind
    Forever in my mind they will remain
    Scratches the surface for a short time that seemed forever
    On and on it went drowning my life never seemed to find
    Or how to unwind what turmoil you put me in
    Broken bones and broken bottles,and scratches and scars
    Bruised me as they crushed me as well suspended above my life wondering
    What was in my head ,why I was in this situation
    So severe I could end up dead your magnitude so intense
    Kept me caged and locked inside this world you controlled
    So long wishing for death to take me away
    Just a inch I crumbled each day with each tear
    Wounds cut so deep and bled so much
    I didn't think I could touch the reality of free from you
    So many years and time we're stolen from me
    My breath failed and escape seem not to prevail
    Chilling laughs and hateful eyes behind the deceiving mask
    Thought your were hiding , thought no one would ever find out
    Your hatred for me I never understood
    Wasn't a answer or explanation that described it anyways
    Just control and fear were your weapons
    Often I sit and think back why did this happen
    What was wrong with me to be stuck in hell
    Nothin was the answer , wasn't my fault I had no blame
    You gripped me with torture and agony
    Time and time again
    I don't think one could imagine the severity of this life
    Haven't experienced or been thru ,mine to me was aweful
    Others were way worse , some never made it out alive
    I'm thankful for the strength it took to climb outside
    The shell you had me under , the fear from your breath
    I'm free now living my life , happy and knowing that them boxes had doors
    I found one and escaped from within your hold you had so long
    I'm a woman , a warrior and such
    Strong with unbreakable ties to a strength that carried me
    When I thought I was by myself you was there to see me thru
    Angels among us and unanswered prayers are heard and fufilled
    Sometimes the patience isn't there or hard to find
    Look to the heavens ,sun is shining down
    Ride the rays from the rainbow that came from my tears
    And wiped away all them fears and stood a new heart beating with confidence and clarity like a phoenix from the ashes rose above strong and proud .......


    BySkWilliams ..a.k.a ..
    Redneckwriter69





    ©redneckwriter69

  • howling_athena 26w

    Plight of Women

    In the countries like India womenhood is worshipped in forms of Maa Durga, Maa Kali and many more
    . But there is an irony played in the fates of the women .
    She is lucky enough if she is not victim of female infanticide and foeticide. ️
    She is lucky enough if she is not victim of "no education for girls " because being a girl her only duty is to cook n look after family...
    She is lucky enough if she is not victim of dirty stares and touches in public transport which brutally taints her confidence and self respect .
    She is lucky enough if she is not victim of workplace harassments or molestation to prove her calibre and be successful .
    She is lucky enough if she not a victim of dowry where people are so inhuman that she also is victim of domestic violence . And brutally beaten by her inlaws like incident happened in Odisha or Ayesha suicide case.
    She is lucky enough if she is not victim of Rapes and Gangrapes like Nirbhaya and many more because trust me her clothes were not short . Even girl in diaper was raped.
    She is lucky enough if she is not victim of Marital Rape because it is not considered as "Rape" .
    She is lucky enough if she is not victim of acid attacks like Laxmi Agarwal because trust me her heart is not as fragile as man's ego and would even shine with flaws .
    She is lucky enough if she is not victim of honour killings for choosing her career or some religious factors like woman killed in capital publically where people were happy to click videos but not to help the women
    And lastly she is lucky enough that she is not dragged into prostitution by human trafficking or borned to victim of human trafficking or her responsibilities. Just before addressing her as slut , think about that it was not her choice ! And prostitutions function only because the same men who slut-shames prostitutes go to them to get satisfied Atleast respect her .
    And this exactly taking place in the same country where political and economical decision are taken by many fortunate womens such as honourable finance minister Nirmala Sitharam Maam . Or where we had Savitri Bai Phule or Ahilyabai Holkar or where we have Indra Nooyi Maam or Sudha Murthy Maam or had Neerja Bhanot or beauties such as Rekha Maam , Alia Bhat Maam or Deepika Padukone Maam.
    And in 21st century its really high time to make the country safe from women and not being regressive for their safety or just be hypocrite by worshipping the idols of goddesses and start treating every women as special .
    ©howling_athena