Poetry Slam Draft 3

Your fist against my face The sirens getting louder Shattered glass across the floor The cuffs against your wrist Courtesy, Respect, Professionalism An exhale for just a brief second The precinct a phone call away, I say "No!" Our date ends with blood on my face And an apology by the time you drive me back home You say it was a mistake I say nothing cause it isn't the first time Often too many times we are told to speak up But when we do so we are shut down Looked down upon because my name is on paperwork And now the kids are involved. What did you see? Did he touch you? Everything's a joke when you thought it wouldn't be you When they tell you "leave him girl you can do better" But it isn't that easy when you feel shunned, locked in a tight space Red and blue lights are too often an acquaintance. The night gets cold that stench of alcohol makes me want to vomit, much like every time you put your fist against my face I put my fist against your chest cause "I don't want you touching me, I don't owe you anything!" People will talk and I'll never here the end of it This is another one of those nights They campaign about it and say speak up! But a hotline ain't gonna do it when there are 20,800 calls on hold I feel his fist against my face like waves that knock me down and kicks that push me deeper He tells me I'm not worth anything That I could never make it on my own His words hurt more than the knife he pressed against my neck I should have jumped out the car when I had the chance. But now you feel the cold pavement on you face As his arms and knees press against your back Put into a hold like the untamed pitbull you are Bark now and see who falls to your call Looking like a defenseless child, mope and weep your tears of shame Now you play the victim Feel the sirens drawing closer Take it in, its your shining moment Cameras, ready, action! His mug shot a sneak preview of a replayed trailer Every 9 seconds, 1 in 3 women, 1 in 7 men are victims of abuse This coward accounts for 15% of all violent crime It has no face, race, gender, nationality or socio-economic status Will you join the cowards? Will you make it end? Will you take a stand? To help heal a friend.