Not Book Related · Poetry

Broken by Alex Hill

He said he loved me.

Said I was the one.

I believed him.

I loved him when he got mean.

I knew he had a bad day at work.

That’s all it was.

Until he started coming home drunk every night.

Hitting me, kicking me, punching me.

Leaving me, bleeding on the floor.

I wanted to leave, but he would find me.

He would kill me and make sure no one found out.

So I stayed. I didn’t want to.

I wanted to run into my mom’s arms,

Take all my belongings and never look back.

I wanted to start over, find a new dream.

I wanted to find someone else to love me.

But every time I thought about it, he was sweet.

He picked me off my feet, brought me flowers.

He reminded me why I couldn’t leave every night.

He would hunt me down, my family, whoever I stayed with.

He would kill me, my family, whoever I ran to.

He was stronger, he was smart, he would find me.

So I stayed. In hopes one day he would leave.

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Not Book Related · Poetry

Myth? By Alex Hill

Some say it’s myth.

Those are fools.

They don’t want things to change.

Always want things to stay the same.

Studies have been done, but people look past.

They would rather say it is wrong

Then face the facts.

We work just as hard,

but nothing has changed.

One day maybe if we work hard enough

that eighty percent will one day

be one hundred percent.

 

Poetry

My Body by Alex Hill

He said my body was his.

He said I was his.

I was his to hurt.

His to harass.

At least to him.

He thought he was entitled

But what he didn’t understand was

I didn’t have to be his.

I didn’t have to stay at home.

I didn’t have to get him a beer when he gets back from work.

I didn’t have to pick up his stuff.

I was not an object or prize.

I was a person.

He couldn’t harass me.

He couldn’t hurt me.

I was not his.

My body is mine.

Poetry

Me Too By Alex Hill

Me too

 

He said I was pretty,

Said I was special.

He took advantage of me.

I added my name to the list, me too.

She was just walking down the street,

When he called out obscenities.

She put her name on the list, me too.

He was powerful, everyone knew him

If someone accused him, no one would believe.

She silently added her name to the list, me too.

She woke up feeling funny, naked, and bare.

The last thing she remembered was taking a drink.

She cried out, adding her name to the list, me too.

She fought hard, but it wasn’t enough.

He was stronger, bigger, powerful.

His eyes were burning with fire,

While hers were overflowing with tears.

She added her name to the list, me too.

She took him to court, she wouldn’t back down.

He was burning with rage, she was scared.

Her knees were shaking, buckling

But she couldn’t turn away now.

She might have added her name to the list,

But she wouldn’t do it silently.