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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 72

I Speak for Us

I speak the language of abused women.
It sounds like screams in a nightmare.
I speak the language of abused women.
The words haul a ton of bricks around
Without the possibility of ever resting.
I speak the language of abused women,
Feeling that there is no relief on the way.
I speak the language of abused women.
Its lifelong pain echoes
Throughout the struggle to rebuild lives.
I speak the language of abused women,
Because there are daily reminders all around
Of how laws fail to defend them.
I speak the language of abused women,
Since they don’t need the political feel-good talk
From opportunists who pretend to know
What it feels like to have one’s face
Constantly punched by a coward’s fists.
I speak the language of abused women
Because justice for battered women
Comes in small, slow doses,
The way an IV drips fluid into veins.
I speak the language of abused women,
For millions of victims who need help.
I speak the language of abused women,
Even though there seems to be no help in sight
I speak the language of abused women
Until the day that everyone cares.
I speak the language of abused women
Until the day that humanity takes a stand.

  Edna Garcia