When I'm hurting I hear voices and I swallow the pain to conjour thoughts that once relished in happiness through Joys I was never given. A mark is what I want to leave, but I find my deeds erased and replaced with someones antagonizing. gestures and hateful ways. There is no peace in a tortured soul. No tears in an alarming place. The fight is always your right to live and your suffering is yours to feel. yours to keep. yours to show and yours to hide. If being a woman were so easy I'd be me, but I stand there cradiling there blows like a child I'd never leave. praying that one day it will go away, but it will never be a truth that I can say I went through. It aches at my heart like my sweet tooth and oversized thighs. How can I escape this hateful day? when there is no sun to scatter the clouds, only rain to pour my pain. Women like me seek vengence with a curse and hurt for love in all the right places.