Hypnotized by society, I remain aloof to my realities.
I look at the blue marks on my skin unable to process the new pain because it is a part of me now.
I weep in solitude comforted by stereotypes and social norms.
Decades have past, nothing has changed, but, I remain silent.
Old age has now taken over body and embedded the abuse into my bones
Even though my body aches from sleeping on the kitchen floor, at least I have a home.
I have a “home”…a picture perfect family…a place on the list of happily married couples…what else do I need?
Night after night I tuck myself in with a blanket of false reassurance that tomorrow will be a better day.
This is my life, it is my destiny. The way I am treated is normal. Men are just men.
I can not leave. This is my world. I would be lost if I left my “home”.
What will people say if I leave?
Beaten and bruised, I remain confused.
Hypnotized by society, I remain aloof to my realities.
Inspiration: The cycle of domestic violence and the importance of social acceptance.
The Mind of an Intellectual 