Beat the Blues

I wrote the first stanza and the interlude sometime last year and then I didn't know what else to write and how to complete it, because I never experienced physical violence - not a bit of it. I also did not care to step into someone else's shoes to witness it like I usually do for some of my other writings. But, when I read about what a certain girl was put through, 1500 KM away from here, I did not have to think. The words just came by. I experienced trauma. I experienced violence for the first time in my life. I felt like I was in a state of agitation; I still am. I cried. I cried because I felt helpless. I cried because I am a woman too. And, I cried because there was nothing I could do.

This is how this writing was born and done to death, thereupon.

You manipulated me, exerted me

Constructed your alter ego
You construed my silence
And projected me as helpless

Beat me, Beat me
Beat the blues out of me
Beat me, Beat me
Beat the blues out of me

You depressed my spirit
Unleashed wrath against my wit
You turned my pain into pleasure
Shook me up and left me to wither

Beat me, Beat me
Beat the blues out of me
Again…
Beat me, Beat me
Beat the blues out of me

The anger, the madness
Is all gone now
There is some quietness
With the ripples I feel now
There’s no dread no more
I scream no more
The whispers too
Will die down with time

Beat me, Beat me
Beat the blues out of me
Again…
Beat me, Beat me
Beat the blues out of me
I say…
One more time
Beat me, Beat me
Beat the blues out of me