Darling, dance.

Darling, You were born to dance. 

Around the truth and

freedom, you were falsely told you had.

Dance to his words 

Visibly unchained, 

Bound to doing his bidding. 

You were born to dance, darling. 

See the way your body vibrates

Breaks and Moulds

As he gives colors to your skin. 

Dance to the music

The thump, smash, the crashes,

To the sound of this cringe worthy music. 

If you’re not going to walk,

Dance into the battlefield. 

That no one told you your life would become

Break the routine.

With Your head held high. 

You were born to dance, darling. 

But to your own rhythm.  

Because I was taught that a real man never hits women. He’s raised to treat his lady like a Princess, proving he was brought up by a Queen. Because I’ve seen women close to me, staying in abusive relationships. I wrote this poem in support for #Breaktheroutine by Victim support U.K. 

Love, 

Manal