A safe place to put a simple story,
A safe that comes with a lock and key,
A safe place where I can read and remember,
What you once meant to me-

Safety doesn't come in numbers.
It is not money, nor intellect, nor fame.
Safety isn't secured by armies and weapons,
Safety isn't found in an anonymous name.

I once thought safe meant barricaded.
I once sought safety in your arms.
I learned I was not safe but subjected-
To each vile deed a criminal farms.

By your hands my body you raze.
By my will, your wrong will faze,
the mind with which you profess to see,
the fading bruises, black, purple, cherry.