Little Girl

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Little Girl looked into the mirror

Her eyes filled with wonder

Her face glowing with pride

She grinned a wide smile at herself

As she preened and posed and angled

Her hair patted and coiffed with her father’s Brylcreem

Her pouty lips reddened with her mother’s Lakme lipstick

Her face flawless with her aunty’s foundation stick and highlighter

6 inches taller in her sister’s high boots

She imagined herself an air stewardess

Or was it an actress?

She was on the big screen now crying for the loss of her handsome lover

She twirled around in her birthday frock dancing to unheard music

Expectant, expecting – the world was hers for the taking

Little Woman looked into the mirror

Her eyes jaded

Her face puffy from the tears

She grimaced toothless and bruised

As she posed and angled for the policeman’s camera

Her hair matted down with blood

Her pouty lips swollen and reddened where she had been punched

Her face marked with her lover’s fists and highlighted with his teeth marks

Her body tall and slender but her soul feeling like a midget

She imagined a day without pain

Who was she? Lover? Friend? Nobody? Punching Bag?

She watched her womb show up on the ultrasound screen now

Her unborn baby kicked to oblivion by her lover

She twirled around in her scrubs

Exposed, naked and emptied out

Hobbling to the sounds of ambulance sirens going off in the distance

Expectant, expecting – still

That her lover would take her back

And give her another chance

9 Comments Add yours

  1. VishalDutia says:

    Nice 💕💕💕💕

    Liked by 1 person

  2. msjadeli says:

    deep insight into the cycles of domestic violence. i like the way you connect the beginning to the end

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you for the read and the appreciative comment msjadeli ! 💕Yes indeed- DV is a spin cycle so many victims struggle to get off from😞

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  3. Terrific way of expressing pain.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Jeff Schicke says:

    How sad that so many young girls, full of hope for a wonderful romance, have to grow up to suffer such abuse. It kills their spirit, and they doubt whether any man can be trusted. Thank you for putting this out there in such a beautifully worded and very impactful poem. Your visuals really help the reader see (though most of us could never truly imagine) the pain of abuse.

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