When i look in the mirror
i see a girl with tears flowing down here face..
a fresh cut just below her left eye..
and its bloodshot..
she has blood on her now ripped pants..
her shirt with dirt on it and a few blood spots..
she doesn't recognize me as though i don't recognize her..
i don't see me..
i only went on what i thought would be a perfect date with the perfect guy..
but i didn't known what was soon to happen..
he ripped at me clothes and beat me with not only his fists..
he forcefully entered me..
and as he walked away i didn't know if it was safe to leave..
if he would come behind and hurt me again..
i put on what was left of my clothes and began to run home..
and now in the mirror lies a girl who i don't recognize..
its not my self image..
because the last time i looked in the mirror i didn't see this girl that is here now...
Domestic violence haunts millions of people everryday :( I know what this is ike first hand...i hope whoever this poems about never sees that guy again.........because women tend to cower to their abuser.... good writig..an impact