BATTERED AND BRUISED
BATTERED AND BRUISED
I am a battered woman
a shattered woman
I've been bruised and abused
used up and refused
accused and defused
So I bid them farewell
I leave them behind
I let them stand there
with their sticks and stones
their gas lights and twisted mirrors
their false narrative and fake smiles
their pompous self-image
and allmighty self-interest
their torches and pitchforks
their Salem show for all to see
I leave the ring
their hand-holding ganging up
the stately school yard
with its infinite miseries
Not my circus
Not my monkeys
They wont know what to do with it all
after I'm gone
