
I’m not a parent
But even I can see the repeat
In cases of crimes against women
Who are also mothers
That when a relationship goes south
But they still aren’t leaving
To a place of safety
Even if at the cost
Of their lives if it would mean
Leaving their children behind
This is a deeply moving and thought-provoking poem. Its greatest strength is its quiet honesty—you begin with “I’m not a parent,” yet what follows shows a profound understanding of the impossible choices that can confront women trapped in abusive relationships.
Thanks