Haunted, but Beautiful

I began to express my true love for her to see if the scars would permanently dissipate from her delicate skin. I knew her past was dangerous territory to explore because her heart beats in a rather horrifying pattern. It’s brutal, almost as if she was impaled with an object sporting a jagged edge that made her heart work overtime to keep her alive. The pattern of the heartbeat is nearly identical to the one when she locks her beautiful eyes with mine as the fire warms our flesh. This is different.

She had another man in her life before me. He was oppressive and craved for power over the defenseless. She still remembers the sharp pain a swing of his fist registered into her cheekbone. Never did she think the color blue could look so menacing until the bruises colored her skin. The many abrasions on her body was the outcome of rape. He cut even deeper when she tried to escape, but he held her against her will. The numerous gashes and lacerations on her skin reminded me of a locked door with many scratches on it when a person fears for their life in a darkened room. They desperately try to claw their way out before a force of darkness takes them away, yet they never know exactly what it is that takes them away because the darkness obscures the morbid face of horror.

She began to cry at the thought of her violent past as I said these words of love. I tried to convince her that she was the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen in my entire life. She cried even more and the scars on her skin started to glow. My heartfelt words began to cut her up like a swarm of razor blades. Each scar opened up and blood flowed from the crevices. Her tears fused with the blood coursing down her body down to the floor until she was standing in a puddle of her abusive past.

As the blood permeated through the cracks of the floor and bathed my feet, she told me not to show my love through spoken language. “Love” and “beautiful” were the exact words her violent ex-boyfriend told her many times before he raped her. She has branded these words as deceiving and she’s afraid I’ll do what exactly what he did.

She sits on the bed still bleeding from her scars. I approach her and submerge my knees into the blood so I can look deeper into her tortured eyes. As I placed my hand on her face for comfort, the blood from the scar on her right cheek began to trickle down my forearm until it jumped off at the elbow and splashed onto the floor.

She told me not to use words to express my love because they were too deceiving. I simply pressed my lips against hers and engaged with her in a long kiss. The taste of blood reminded me that she is still human despite how dehumanized he made her feel.

Silence suffocated the room. She locked her eyes with mine once again. The tears and the blood stopped flowing. Silence is something she longed for. The stillness of the room was rather welcoming; it’s different from the screams and abuse that still haunt her to this day.

Silence had never been so beautiful before.

She

She’s branded like an animal, experiencing insufferable pain in the hands of inequality.  She knows not what she has done wrong, she only knows that she’s being persecuted for being herself.  It isn’t uncommon in the history of our existence to notice how often she has been oppressed.  Nobody recognizes that she is a human first and a woman second.  Why must she be hurt for the latter when the real flaws are fully realized in the first?  Nobody deserves ill-treatment because we are all humans first.  We all possess a variety of flaws because we are humans.

Surely he has the physical capacity to inflict pain on her body and in her mind, but what she lacks in physical strength to match his she makes up for in spirit.  Her spirit overpowers his physical strength as she’s able to overcome the damage while it haunts him for the rest of his life.  He wasn’t the least bit concerned about how she’d feel in the aftermath, but is baffled to learn that his mind is taking over his body, torturing him for his crimes while she continues to flourish despite the violent past.  Knowing that she has lived another day, her spirit and positivity have grown stronger.  The oppressor failed his task to break her permanently because her spirit has built her back together.

Men, treat her with utmost respect and nonviolence because you wouldn’t be here without her. She has lived a beautiful life regardless of the violent interruptions.  She has lived and gotten stronger each day for herself and for you.

Have faith in her, for she is your Creator. She loves you despite the numerous flaws in your character.  Look into her eyes and disregard the colorful tint of the iris.  Your reflection should tell you that she’s looking right back at you, watching over her best creation.

She’s Beautifully Broken

She’s branded like an animal, experiencing insufferable pain in the hands of inequality. She knows not what she has done wrong, she only knows that she’s being persecuted for being herself. It isn’t uncommon in the history of our existence to notice how often she’s being oppressed. Nobody recognizes that she is a human first and a woman second. Why must she be hurt for the latter, when the real flaws are fully realized in the first? Nobody deserves ill-treatment because we’re all humans first, we all possess a variety of flaws because we are humans.

Surely he has the physical prowess to inflict pain on her body and in her mind, but what she lacks in physical strength she makes up for in spirit. Her spirit overpowers his physical strength as she’s able to overcome the damage while it haunts him for the rest of his life. He wasn’t the least bit concerned about how she’d feel in the aftermath, but is baffled to learn that his mind is taking over his body, torturing him for his crimes while she continues to flourish despite a violent past. Knowing that she has lived another day, her spirit and positivity have grown stronger. The oppressor failed his task, he has failed to break her permanently because her spirit has built her back together.  He’ll live the rest of his life with poisoned memories.

Treat her with utmost respect and nonviolence because you wouldn’t be here without her. She has lived a beautiful life regardless of the violent interruptions. She has lived and gotten stronger each day because of you and for you.

Have faith in her, for she is your Creator. She loves you despite the numerous flaws in your character. Look into her eyes and disregard the color, your reflection should tell you that she’s looking right back at you, watching over her best creation.