Friday

She held her head low
never looking you in the eye
and when you asked
she refused to reply.
They have hurt her,
put bruises on her back
where the belt hits the soft skin
right where it is most vulnerable.
How can she face you now?
With the burden of one Friday night,
two days before the day for love
hanging over her shoulders.
When she feels so small
you tell her she is deserving
enough to
just say
no.