Friday, 5 March 2010

Just a Job?

It's just a job
like any other
they said

And - boom!
that lie
chopped her down

They laughed
as they hurt her
they came as she

They wouldn't listen
when she said
No! please stop.
I'm scared.

They told her
she liked it
they fucked
with her head

They told her
that's where she
belonged -
on a bed

Her bruises
stayed hidden
Her dignity

They caught her
and made her pay
when she fled

She lived terror
and pain
a life spent
in dread
She died lonely
That's where
'just a job' led.

1 comment:

  1. very moving poem. you are so brave to speak out! I thought you were brilliant at Foyle's yesterday as well. thank you for being so courageous and putting your voice out there!