I understand that pounding of
Fists upon flesh is harmful
That bruises are the results of
Veins bursting--blood leaking
To the surface where the skin
Indents and where cold
Eyes can see it and not care.

I understand that the reverberating
Echoes of hatred is not acceptable
That low self esteem is brewed
Inside the confines of the mind
Contemplating--hate manifesting
Itself from the inside, where the heart
Breaks, and where laughter
Will not let caring eyes see.

I understand that twisted truths
Dashed upon the vulnerable is unsatisfactory
That sins are formed by the
Transgressive liar--spewing out
Stories that protect her from
Telling harsh truths and where vengeful
Moralists forcefully tell her she's wrong

How can God blame the one who is too young to know
And reward the abuse because they do know...