Remembering women who have lost their lives to domestic violence.
Another Woman
Today another woman died
and not on a foreign field
and not with a rifle strapped to her backand
not with a large defense of tanks
rumbling and rolling behind her.
She died without CNN covering her war.
She died without talk of intelligent bombs
And strategic targets.
The target was simply her face, her back
her pregnant belly.
The target was her precious flesh
that was once composed like music
in her mother’s body and sungin the anthem of birth.
The target was this life
that had lived its own dear wildness,
had been loved and not loved,
had danced and not danced.
A life like yours or mine
that had stumbled upfrom the beginning
and had learned to walk, and had learned to read,
and had learned to sing.
Another woman died today,
not far from where you live;
Just there, next door where the tall light
falls across the pavement.
Just there, a few steps
awaywhere you’ve often heard shouting,
another woman died today.
She was the same girl her mother used to kiss;
the same child you dreamed
beside in school.
The same baby her parents
walked in the night withand listened and listened and listened
For her cries even while they slept.
And someone has confused his rage
With this woman’s only life
-Carol Geneya Kaplan
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