I am young and strong woman that lives
in fear of my partner. I love him so much
my life is his and my body is his.
I cry every-night and wounder-ing to
myself what happened to the life that
i once lived. no fear and no pain
my life has turned for the worst of things
and i don't know what to do about it.
I cry to my family and friends about the
problems that i we have. but no one
helps me.
look at the mess that my life has turned
into. i try-ed to run away but he caught
me and then he beaten me to death.
Know i am seating and wondering how
my kids are doing by the hands of their
father.Sometimes i sneak a peek to see
them as the are sleeping,eating and walking
home from school.
Sometimes i put a thought of sadness
into my husband main with a dream that
might help him to see that this was wrong.
he drowned me in the bathtub in the house
at night while everyone was a sleep and that's
where he beaten me for fun
Author notes
this poem plays the roll for all the womens that have been beaten
down by their love ones and other people or themself
p.S please look at the video it goes with the pick
hands that kills
Comments
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wow!!!
I LOVED THIS POEM!!! "how is
my kids are " i think to just be an overlooked typo.. but besides that this poem is perfect!
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