We all have a voice.

"Painted Control"

He applies the plaster

Reshapes her

Then paints her to his perfection

While she suffocates and slowly dies

Her complaints lead to his frustration

She prays he gets angry and throws her

Crack the mold so she can breathe a little

Throw her again

Maybe she can slip through those cracks

But as soon as she tries to escape

He notices and patches her quickly 

He applies the plaster

Reshapes her

Then paints her again to his perfection

Her screams were never heard

She had cried for years

Her soul nearly drowned

She had died several times before you saved her...

Thank you, God, for the courage and strength to leave.

- Anonymous

We all have a voice. Let's use it. Let's help end domestic violence.

http://www.thehotline.org/
http://feminist.org/911/crisis.html
http://www.womenshealth.gov/violence/state/

/R. Angelina