Violence Inside Her by Anonymous

She has violence inside her.

It was never in her nature.  A gift from her past.  Thrust upon her, given to her by men of generosity.

She has violence inside her.

It's inside that part of her that is like the lost and found of her persona.  Left behind, unwanted by those who owned it, unwanted by her.  It's just there.

She has violence inside of her.

Possession is nine tenths of the law, they say.  They blame her.  “You must have done something, they say.  “What did you do, what did you say, what did you wear?”

She has violence inside her.

She covers her ears and closes her eyes and tries to hold her breath.  She wants to stifle it, stuff it down - that thing, that violence inside her.  Kill it, make it go away.

She has violence inside her.

It forces her to breathe.  Take that breath, inhale.  She fights.  She fights them, herself, the violence.  One step in front of the other, reluctantly.

She has violence inside her.

Gaining speed, gaining ground, she allows it to give her teeth and claw.  Propelling her, moving forward, always forward.

She has violence inside her.

But it was never in her nature.