Wounded
by Loolwa Khazzoom • May 28, 2016 • Songs
Wounded
Retreated in a corner
Maybe this time
You’ll come and find me
But you don’t
Spinning my hurt
And fatigue
As acts of aggression and punishment
Against you
“She’s not speaking to me,”
I can hear you tell others
Unable to see past the confines
Of your victimization
By the world
Casting me with the rest
Time and again
As if I condemn you
For being who you are
When it is the opposite
And when I have thrown myself
Between you and your attackers
Repeatedly
But you can’t see that
You can’t see me
And there is only so much
I can give and try
Before I am deflated
And retreated
In the corner
Where I know you will not
Come to find me
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