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Abuse we bare
I was given a chance to ink down my thoughts.
But as I journey through life, the first thing I could do was colour how the world broke me as a girl.
Mama taught me how to hold a pen, but not how to hold pain.
In an African proverb, they say we should hold it at sharp ends, like we're made of steel.
Not keeping in mind that with each blood drop, a nation is torn, not physically, but mentally.
We are programmed that, it's okay to suffer in the hands of men.
By the abuse disguised as love, its okay to throw words sharp as knives.
It's only a red flag when a man raises a hand at you.
What about those dreams we never get support for?
Are we meant to be fed only and feed the offspring?
What about those doors you keep shutting because of them?
Kids needs me-have you ever thought about the kid in me that needs a hug during storms?
When was the last time you asked a woman how she is and were willing to listen?
We say it's fine, 'cause it's the shortest time you've got for me.
When is the last time you spent time with women, not because you want to watch a game?
Men are emotionally unavailable, chasing gold, because they think all we need is to be fed.
Men are not aware of the abuse because, to them, it's raising a hand and not praises.
But it's the abuse we bear.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: I was just feeling overwhelmed Caught my parents fighting this morning
Style/Type: Free verse
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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
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neopoet
5 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem addresses the theme of gendered abuse and the societal expectations placed on women, particularly in the context of African culture. The poem’s structure is free verse, which allows for a conversational and confessional tone. This suits the subject matter, as it mirrors the act of “inking down thoughts” and the struggle to articulate pain.
The opening lines establish the act of writing as both an opportunity and a burden, setting up a contrast between the skills taught (how to hold a pen) and the emotional resilience required (how to hold pain). The use of the African proverb introduces cultural specificity and grounds the poem in a particular context, though the proverb itself could be more explicitly stated or referenced for clarity. The metaphor of holding pain “at sharp ends” is effective, but the subsequent image of “each blood drop, a nation is torn” could be clarified—while evocative, the connection between individual suffering and national trauma would benefit from more development or specificity.
The poem critiques the normalization of suffering and the minimization of non-physical abuse. The rhetorical questions (“What about those dreams we never get support for?”) are effective in highlighting the internalized limitations and lack of support women face. However, the poem sometimes shifts abruptly between ideas (from physical abuse to emotional neglect to societal roles), which can make the argument feel diffuse. Consider tightening the focus or using more connective language to guide the reader through these transitions.
The poem’s strongest moments are in its direct address and questioning, which invite the reader to reflect on their own complicity or indifference. The line “have you ever thought about the kid in me that needs a hug during storms?” is particularly poignant, introducing vulnerability and the idea of inner child. The poem’s conclusion, returning to the phrase “the abuse we bear,” provides a sense of closure and reinforces the central theme.
There are some grammatical inconsistencies (e.g., “Kids needs me” should be “Kids need me”), and some lines could be tightened for clarity and impact. The poem would also benefit from more concrete imagery; much of the language is abstract (“abuse disguised as love,” “doors you keep shutting”), and grounding these ideas in specific moments or sensory details could enhance emotional resonance.
Overall, the poem raises important questions about gender, culture, and emotional labor, and would be strengthened by greater focus, more specific imagery, and attention to clarity and cohesion.
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Clentin
5 months 1 week ago
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Geezer
5 months 1 week ago
You have...
emphasized the abuse felt by many women all over the world. Men who rule by fear and repression, are rarely in control of themselves. I salute you and those women who are abused, both mentally and physically. Teach your children to be kind and support their women by not only feeding and clothing them but nurturing them and helping them achieve their dreams. Making the world a better place for all, is the goal, can be most rewarding. I think that you can make this piece a better piece of writing, by tightening up the language and listening to the advice of the A.I. Please read and comment on others work, it is the foundation of our site. ~ Geezer.
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Candlewitch
5 months 1 week ago
hello... and welcome,
As a victim of mental, emotional and physical abuse (and torture) i can heavily relate to your poem! I agree with Geezer completely... these lines are so very true:
We are programmed that, it's okay to suffer in the hands of men.
By the abuse disguised as love, its okay to throw words sharp as knives.
Please read other poet/members work/poems and leave a comment as Geezer says it is the mainstay of Neopoet. Keep writing your poems, and respond to the comments you are given,too.
Always, Cat
ROCKY Tlaelane
5 months 1 week ago
Abuse we bare
Thank you so much ma'am
Candlewitch
5 months 1 week ago
:)
You are very welcome!
sincerely, Cat