CarolAnne Spalding (January 1,1972 / Toronto, Ontario)
Cold Eyes Of Injustice
I'm impressed with the ease by which
you could sit back and idly observe,
while I was degraded and demeaned
by he who attempted to create the illusion
His antagonistic approach?
Clearly and purposely personal,
far beyond the realm of necessity,
complete with snide comments
and a mocking smirk
I may have stumbled, wavered
and lost balance...
...even questioned my value
as a woman
...But I did not crumble
You may have shattered my heart,
my dreams, my love...
...But I still held my head high
and spoke my truth
You may have clarified doubts
I had not only that love beats
for me within your cold heart...
...But that there is even a heart in
in your chest that beats
In the end....
...You never saw the light of day
for many a day and more
was almost worth
all the destruction and damage done...
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