Tuesday, November 04, 2003

Today another woman died and not on a foreign field and not with a rifle strapped to her back, and not with a large defense of tanks rumbling and rolling behind her. She died without CNN covering her war. She died without talk of intelligent bombs and strategic targets The target was simply her face, her back  her pregnant belly. The target was her precious flesh  that was once composed like music in her mother’s body and sung  in the anthem of birth. The target was this life  that had lived its own dear wildness, had been loved and not loved, had danced and not danced. A life like yours or mine  that had stumbled up  from a beginning and had learned to walk  and had learned to read. and had learned to sing. Another woman died today. not far from where you live; Just there, next door where the tall light falls across the pavement. Just there, a few steps away where you’ve often heard shouting, Another woman died today. She was the same girl her mother used to kiss; the same child you dreamed  beside in school. The same baby her parents  walked in the night with  and listened and listened and listened For her cries even while they slept. And someone has confused his rage  with this woman’s only life. -Carol Geneya Kaplan www.domesticviolence.org 4:36:49 PM   comment  []

"Domestic violence and emotional abuse are behaviors used by one person in a relationship to control the other. Partners may be married or not married; heterosexual, gay, or lesbian; living together, separated or dating."  http://www.domesticviolence.org/define.html So who are the sufferers of this dirty laundrey? Anyone! Women, men, children, gays, lesbians, married or just dating. It is not limited by age, sex, race, culture, religion, education, employment or marital status. For more online information, check out these websites: www.ncadv.org/ www.ndvh.org/ www.controllingviolence.com www.domesticviolence.org   4:34:47 PM   comment  []

image from http://www.home-abuse.com/   She melts into the place inside where fear and pain are numbed And then he comes and snaps And she’s trapped… The rage has come   “Beautiful, I only hurt you cause I’m afraid you’ll leave.” Love is lust is thrust into a world of desperate anxiety   So lost, so left alone in the dark So scared The children’s eyes are red   Hope has closed its doors on her She’s left to drowned In a pool of scarlet abuse -poem written by me 4:21:35 PM   comment  []