All I Ask Poem by Victoria Hunter

is for my identity to be returned,
for it to be tossed out a window
and for it to land, into my warm lap,
so he can be driven, away and away,
but he acts as if I asked,
for a bowl of his blood.

This is a man who taught me
words kill women slowly,
they consume their spirit,
and they don't know it's happening.

I remember, I made love to this man
before my body did,
and maybe you have to
I followed him to a nightmare,
where dirt sticks to you
no matter how long, you brush it off.

Through to the end of it,
he said was not into me,
in the beginning, my beauty
was in a black mask,
now it's a hostage.

PublishedAt Writing In A Woman's Voice 20