No Art Here

Maybe she was walking around the house and that made a loud noise.

Or breathing. Breathing can be loud.

And he was tired. And a bit nervous. And he just wanted to have a nice beer in peace.

And she had to put too much salt in his food. It’s like she was trying to poison him, or something.

And he won’t have that in his house.

So, he teaches her a lesson.

Or two.

When he hits her, she screams.

Now it’s really noisy and he has no patience. At all.

She has nowhere to hide.

This is not art. This is somebody’s life. Right now. Somewhere.

To a tyrant

When you hit somebody, or when  you abuse that person emotionally, you may hear people say: ‘’What an animal!’’

But, you are not an animal. Trust me. You are a non-human  creature, though.

A genuine filth.

A coward.

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To the One who took it all

He does not own your life, although he did every possible thing to convince you otherwise.

He did his best to make you feel weak and unworthy of love and respect.

All that he did was,  and is a lie.

He, does not, own you.

Finally..

Let’s get one thing straight.

It can happen to men, too. And no, it doesn’t make them weak. Period.