D1V1N1TY

This is your conscience talking.

You forgot what your conscience sounds like, so I had to fight my way here.
Oh my dear, love never lived here, and as you cover that bruise with makeup,
you’re acutely aware of a bone-chilling air—that this fight is far from over.

How did the apple of his eye become his pushover,
his bitch, his whore that he calls after every late shift?
He yells, “Dinner on this plate is cold,
you worthless piece of shit.”

A death grip around your neck,
where a symbol of love once hung—
no longer a necklace, but bruises from a palm . . .
a palm that no longer reads a fortune of adoration.

You add a touch of blush,
the same color that would gush from your nose,
or better yet, the same color of the flower we call a rose.
I suppose good did once live here.

Yet you continue to beat your face to cover up
what he says is a mistake.
How can you believe you deserve such a fate—
as if ass-beatings are innate,
’cause your mama’s mama died by the hands of Papa Nate—
no, wait . . .
wait . . .
wait . . .

Oh my dear, you missed a spot right under your chin,
flashbacks remembering the pain when your face hit the arm of the chair.

Beautiful, you have to let this go.
But before you do, I hope you know
that the love you seek was always within.
Baby, God loves you no matter how big the sin.

So let this be the last time you cover up, lie for,
stretch out your arms and cry for
a man that can’t love you.

Baby, you forgot what your conscience sounds like,
but I’m glad I fought my way back for you!
Now get up, sweet pea — the hardest part has yet to come.
Grab your bag, your car keys, and walk out that door,
’cause love damn sure don’t live here anymore.

So hold your head — and them scars — up with pride.
You lived to see another day, baby, you’ve survived all the odds.
Beautiful, you matter.
And when you hear that, you now know it’s beyond flattery,
because you get to live to tell others,
“Yes, I survived the assault and battery.”

So baby, welcome back to you,
because this is your conscience talking.

D1V1N1TY (spelled with the number “1”s, not the letter “I”) is the host of The Necessary Creative Talkshow and a multi-talented artist whose work centers around healing, positivity, and self-empowerment. As a singer, songwriter, spoken word performer, and freestyle rap artist, she uses her voice to inspire transformation and uplift others. Guided by her mantra—“ALWAYS FORWARD, FORWARD ALWAYS”—D1V1N1TY brings authenticity, light, and purpose to every performance and platform.
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