Poetry

by Gemma Murphy

Scary how it all comes right around.

We teach our daughters that to be cruel is to be kind

Being pushed over and taunted is fine

It just means that he likes you, it’s their way of flirting

Sweetie, it doesn’t matter if it is hurting

So let him give you a playful shove

Let the red from your blood become associated with love

Isn’t it romantic?

Bruises for your birthday

Broken bones for Christmas

A push is a hug.

A slap is a kiss.

A kick is a cuddle.

Don’t we make such a cute couple?

I know he loves me when he screams

Cause if he likes you, he’ll treat you mean

At least that’s what mummy taught me.

He’ll make you feel worthless

And that won’t even hurt less

When your brain’s black and blue

And your emotions are battered,

Sweetie, you should be flattered

You now fear the touch you used to crave

Isn’t it such a fucking shame?

This all started with skint knees in the playground.

- gemma marie