There’s a mark upon her head

He can see that she has bled

At the hands of many men before

She’s submissive and she’s shy

He won’t let the chance go by

To see if he can make another score

He sets a sternness to his chin

Puts on a smile that’s sure to win

As he takes a little walk across the room

Then gazing deeply in her eyes

He makes her realize

That she’s a perfect rose in bloom

When he takes her by the wrist

He adds another to his list

Of disadvantaged women who’ve been blind

By the silver tongue and touch

They hunger for so much

That unexpectedly turns terribly unkind


©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on July 11, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Very disturbing…. but wonderfully put across.

    Liked by 1 person

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