and the life of Rhonda Richoux
It was not written
in the marriage contract
it was not stated
in the vows
it was implied
by her silence
when
bruised and broken
she hid beneath
long sleeves
heavy make-up
and a smile
at the family picnic
copyright 2006 rhonda lee richoux
I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word. View more posts
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I like this, Rhonda. Is this from your personal experience, or from observation of friends?
very nice, I think I’ll list this on my site…
Sad. So sad.
It’s drawn from my own experiences as well as from countless others I know. When you love your husband, you make so many excuses for his behavior that you begin to think it’s your fault he’s hurting you. At some point, though, we all have to take our power back from the abuser and decide that it’s NOT okay. It took me a while and counseling, but I got out of the situation. I understand, though, those who continue to consent to be treated badly, because of the years I allowed it. I hope that some of my poems get through to them. I’ll have to post my spoken word poem here another time. It’s titled “A Conspiracy of Silence”.
Sry for writing Off-Topic – which WordPress template are you using? It looks amazing!