<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor"><title>Domestic Violence Survivor - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor/</link><description>My poems, short stories, and articles mostly deal with my experience as a survivor of domestic violence. I've been divorced from my abuser since 2002 but the control issues haven't stopped. Many people think the abuse stops when the victim escapes but the opposite is true- the violence often escalates and sometimes ends in fatalities. 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I retold Our Story, the same story I've told at least thirty times before to As many different people. The Story or rather, The Reality of US How we were such good friends and I Always knew you were the only one I ever...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor/494564"><title>Sacrificing Yourself to Please Another....Poetry </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor/494564</link><description>Patchwork Trying to peel away layers of scab From her lover's covered soul, She was one of those Who needed to love and unequipped to drive imposters Back into their breeding darkness. Every night that he was free She made herself available For use. The room stood dark and heavy Waiting to be...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor/493425"><title>POETRY - Crutches we use to get by </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor/493425</link><description>Transient His slight face is More rum than coke Harmony long since abated the dark eye Meandering memories withered with longing Still tinged with the faintness of a hopeless Sun Yet still he knows in this life, there is one for every and only way Weary with knowing Fulfillment long since...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor/493171"><title>Black Women, Wake Up!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor/493171</link><description>Black Women, Wake Up! The Reverend Al Sharpton is right- the rap industry needs to be held accountable for its shameless degradation of the Black woman. Yes, racism still exists and is very much alive in the United States but it is up to everyone - the media, the private citizen, the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor/493100"><title>Poetry</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor/493100</link><description>8 and A Half by Eleven If a marriage can be just Two names and Birthdates on a piece of paper then fine, we Were. Forget about learning lessons Developing character…. All that Some things- chokehold. I’ll make our son a motherless child Slam. I’d be afraid to go to sleep tonight if I were you-...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor/493098"><title>Custody of my son decided by a judge who could care less....(POETRY)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Domestic_Violence_Survivor/493098</link><description>GAVEL With slender words he plays meek and humble Havoc beneath the surface of his Slick ideal Ready to swallow another piece of me To complement his 8-year locust meal. So many LIVES in the palm of his hand To the point that he Doesn’t care Because once his robe comes off He goes home to his...</description></item></rdf:RDF>