He says he loves you in light of friends
but treats you like shit when the lights are off
You say he isn’t dangerous, but his sins
are written on the body that he used to love
The Tango is an invented stanzaic form introduced by Chiquita LoJuana Gonzolas Sills.
The Tango is:
- stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.
- syllabic, 9-10-11-12 syllables per line.
- rhymed, xaxa xbxb etc. x being unrhymed.
This is a brief (I have another, longer piece in the works), but heartfelt call to every woman (one in every three, chew on that ) that is abused by the man/boy that claims to love her. Domestic violence is most commonly physical, because it leaves the most obvious scars, but the deepest scars are the ones that you can’t see. The scars that can’t be seen, that too many women bear everyday, are the ones that destroy lives and hope the fastest. The mind is the driving force of humanity, and once you lose control, you re effectively cut off from all else in this world. So many women are cut down, yet live to see day, after day, after day. That is the greatest tragedy. Having to live with your abuser, having to depend on him, and having to know he will hurt you, with no escape. This was inspired by Nicole Holder, Molly Brown, and every other lesser known but equally important case that I’ve seen.
As a man with a mother, sister, grandmother, and so many other dearly loved females in my life, I’m appalled by men that think of their wives as “slaves” and disposable objects. They aren’t men, they’re punks. Punks with too much authority and too little appreciation for the life they think they’re in control of. You make it hard on the good men, the real men in this world, and you shame us with you disgrace, bestiality, and mistreatment of the very sex that helped bring you into this world.