The Battered Woman
It is not the first time
that you land in a hospital
Here silently you lie down
with the blue marks on your
face, your arms and legs.
This time you are staying
for some more days and weeks
You have broken your feet.
It is not the first time
That you come here
And you call for help
from the monster you live with
who when drunk, beats you
like a horrible beast.
You have called for police
He has been put in prison
for a number of days
to pay for the price
of your awful bruises
But after a short while
You invite him again
to a toast of glasses of wine
in your memorial nights
only to batter you
again and again without limit.
But you continue to be with him
in spite of the many torments
you have received.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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