Some of the content on this page may be triggering to survivors of abuse. Know what you are able to handle right now, and don't push yourself past that. You have a whole lifetime ahead of you. Give yourself time to heal.
Yes, the homeless and other low-power citizens suffer a lot of abuse -- economic abuse, injustice, miserable clerks at the welfare office -- but this page collects our poetry about the abuse that cut closest to the bone, the abuse at home. From a father making sex-jokes to his daughter whenever he got drunk to a mother who rammed objects up her infant son's anus whenever she got angry; from a wife whose "helpful advice" made you want to shrivel up and die to a husband who broke your arm three times; there is a wide variety of torment in our homes, in our history, in our souls.
In creativity is our heart and our strength. Life isn't what happens to you; life is what you create for yourself -- and here are some of the people who have begun transforming what has happened to them into new visions.
Blue Willow by Elizabeth Romero
Gloria in Excelsis Deo by Wes Browning
My Grandfather's Eye by Anitra Freeman
I can't douche enough by Storm
The Homeless Women's Prayer by Storm
Father's Day, 1996 by Anitra Freeman
This is where it begins... by Madeline Lewis
Survivors by Anitra Freeman
Buffalo Dreams by Cynthia Ozimek
My Blood by Marion Sue Fischer
Ria's Poems -- Ria Strong, our Australian contingent
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