untitled i
I knew it was her
from that sideways grin on her face.
She looked familiar and
I knew that same face from the wooden benches
of the cold and grey
courthouse.
She testified for him but you could see
the bruises through her facade,
painted on like the cheap foundation
coating her face.
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Very powerful!
Wow!
“There are too many women who do not testify against the one who beats them…