What Brought You Here? Nancy Duei Denofio
Bruises
It tasted like a nip
of bad wine-it would
curl inside, grabbing
a hold of your heart.
One more time-then
it’s over. They say
tell us again.
It’s self confidence
assurance, liberty of
women, our right.
One taller, stronger, a
warrior. Picture a
dignified soldier.
Children seldom hear
the scrape of a sharpened
blade.
Revenge, pillage, spoiled
Deflowered, endeavor, and
weaker, unable to fight
or confront a warrior.
Those who never touched
a blade tell those who have,
“Confront the past.”
