"It Lasts"
 

She rises to the anger

sleeps to the rage beside her

the fist that pummels her to submission

each day at night is behind her

Don't look into my eyes

you might see me

and I will vanish into nothing

The bruises keep me alive

I feel because of them

love does hurt,

sometimes, she says

I know you

I see you

a coward made bigger by your expensive suit

and silent blows

You have to slap the bitch

once in a while

to keep her in check,  he says

on the thighs and the back

where the marks won't show

to weak to hit a man

you know

for he might hit back

and he don't want that

and the anger only makes him

stronger

Submission makes her bow

Confusion makes her vow

never to tell a soul

the pain is only hers to keep

somehow

as she allows

him

to beat her

to death.

E. Estrella  wrote these poems.  Her pen name is BlooWriter, and you can find more of her writing on My Space, at: www.myspace.com/bloowriter35.

"You can simply say that: I'm a mother and a daughter a friend a partner. I have been a writer since the age of twelve since I first received my first journal. Two teachers in my life taught me the love of books and words and so I have been dedicated ever since to all forms of knowledge, and that is why I am a teacher myself.  My genre is most often poetry but I look into all genres from time to time.  I am also currently working on my first novel "Growin up Heights" about  growing up in Washington Heights in New York's upper west side."

Is it Black?

Why is it

that we're living

in a colored state of mind

the light focused on the dark

always looking behind

to decades of mistakes

lies converted to truth

fools created by ignorance

from the time of their youth

We put down the cotton

so you pick up the gun

searching for issues

where there are none

Is it White?

we're not the same

she says

don't get confused

I'm bigger

I'm better

I'm whiter than you

the inside may be red

but the color is inbred

into my state of mind

so to color, I'm not blind

I will judge you

on your color

the shade of your skin

for it keeps me safe

from my forefathers sins

for though I deny it

I'm not racist! what's that?

some of the best people I know

some of my best friends are black

I'm not like my grandfather, father, cousins or aunts

I'll hang with the black folks, I'll shake their hands

in the stands

by where the klan hangs

understand? man

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