Her fingers are broken
Because she wanted to get the mail.
He grabbed her hand
As she grabbed the keys.
He loves me, she says,
Rubbing her swollen pregnant belly.
A week later, her wrist is in a sling.
He didn't mean it,
She tells me;
Did you know I'm having a girl?
He's so clean-cut.
No one would guess
His anger is so easily found.
And, she must think she deserves it
Because she keeps going back.
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Written December 12th, 2005
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I know how this goes. I was in a relationship for two years and the guy beat me and beat me and beat me and I just kept going back to him. He had me CONVINCED that he loved me, and that he hit me because he couldn't have me doing things a pretty girl shouldnt be doing, like painting my nails, or wearing makeup or mini skirts, or shirts that werent turtle necks. It was really that bad. But you dont see it if you're in it. you just dont. "IT's not that bad, its not that bad, it'll get better, it will" well guess what honey? It doesnt. I dont know how I got out of that relationship, but i swear im alive today because i did. Great poem. Good luck in the contest!
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Oh my god i felt this, because most of the guys that hit their girls look so innocent that butter wouldnt melt in their mouths, I know when I was with this one guy that when I told my friends he was hitting me they couldnt believe it, not that they thought I was lieing but because he was so polite and loving in public he was the nicest person to them, but behind closed doors was another story, when he was yelled he looked like a monster but as soon as he calmed down, he looked innocent again. Then you have the guys you walk past and you look at them thinking now thats a wife beater, when I was working in retail i had this one couple come in and he looked like it alright, the long hair in the ponytail, the rough face, that evil look in his eyes, he looked like he would stab you no sooner than look at you, and his wife was such a pretty thing and they had the sweetest little baby girl. Who was covered in briuses no matter how much she could fall over would not achieve, I remember seeing her eye so black and red, from his hands, I was told he did it because she left him, and now she went back, it breaks my heart, this was a really sad and emotional write. I really hope this contest can help bring this problem out, if I can help even one person, then I will feel like I have achieved something. You never cease to amaze me, I am so glad that you entered. Sorry you didnt like my poem much, I think I am losing my ability to write. Good luck in the contest, xxx QueenT ooo
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