As many (some?) of you know, in addition to taking on insane writing projects, I also act. One of the roles I am currently in the process of building was written as an abusive boyfriend, but has been evolving into what can only be described as a sexual predator. We keep calling him 'creepy,' but Evil is really more appropriate, he's that horrible. It's part of an educational show that we're bringing to middle and elementary schools in New West, and I think it's an important role. The reason I mention this is because this poem is inspired by some of the terrible stories I have read in the process of researching this role and I just can't stop thinking about them. If I was the kind of person to have nightmares, I would have been having them probably every single night for the last two weeks. Don't worry, it's not violent or graphic, but if anyone may be upset, please don't read it. You have been warned.
Hell
Run.
Please run.
Run far, run fast, run now.
Hide.
Please hide.
Hide well, hide quietly, hide now.
I'm on my knees to beg you.
Don't be that girl
in the news tomorrow night,
in a coffin next weekend.
Don't be that woman
with long sleeves and too much makeup,
with a broken arm and heart,
or a bruised eye and soul.
Be the Hero
for your children,
for the others,
for the world.
Don't be the liar,
who smiles with her teeth
but screams with her eyes.
Brave is not pretending you're alright,
but making yourself better.
Strong is not enduring Hell,
but coming back to Earth.
You may be scared of change,
but aren't you scared of him?
Run
Please run.
Run far, run fast, run now.
Forget your love,
he'll never give it back.
Remember your life,
or he'll take it away.
Run.
Please run.
Run far, run fast, run now.
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