Hands gripping tightly so I see
Bone crunching bone
Nobody is talking about anything
Unless you’re the topic
And if they laugh it’s at you
You’re sure because it’s what they do.
She’s asks you quietly why they would
Eyes narrow in anger, suspicion
Turned on her because her words
Are what will always be known
Her opinions the most eminent
And she has something for all seasons
It matters not if it’s cutting, hurtful.
The girl turns away sighing
Another battle of wills to try and say
That the world doesn’t not turn
Around one woman or man
Every thought not about her
Still sure the whispers and smiles
The laughter is aimed at you.
From this distance I see the girl
Trying not to sigh or show anything
Which will be misconstrued or hurled
To her head at a later date
When you decide to deride her
Once more for not being the captive
Who is grateful for her tongues captivity
At some point she knows very soon
She will walk away not to return
Her binds have been broken
With your last savage words that tore
One wound too many.