23 July 2012

Beads on a string

It’s come down to
Beads on a string
Where I am a worker
No longer a woman
Who believes he hits me
Because he loves me

And in moments
Best reserved
For the insane
Sometimes I miss it –
That place where
I thought I belonged

But I would rather
String beads and
Remain untouched
Than live with the
Deafening silence
That resounds

When skin
Splits open
And blood
Flows freely
From being touched
Much too hard

I’d rather have
Beads on a string
Than beatings


(Written for 'Shakthi: A Celebration of Femininity,' a fundraiser for Emerge Lanka Foundation to spread awareness about sexual assault/abuse through artistic avenues. See http://emergeglobal.org/ or emergeglobal.org/emerge-lanka-foundation/)

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