Abuse

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Abuse

She hides her bruises
She hides her shame
Maybe this is acceptable?
Maybe she is to blame?
 
She asks what can she do?
Her kid she must protect
As long as he doesn't her the children
The pain she will accept
 
She ask's herself, why does he do it?
Even she doesn't really know
She just cries and takes it
More bruises begin to show
 
Her children knows whats happening
But what can they do?
So fearfull and scared to say anything
Because maybe he will hurt them to
 
Everynight like clockwork
Drunk, he hits and knocks her to the ground
 Her oldest can no longer take it, he tries to stop it
But even he is beaten and thrown all around
 
No more will she take it
She decides it best to run
Violently he tries to stop her
His life ended by the blast of a gun
 
The police question her oldest
No more could the boy take
My mother and siblings didn't deserve this
We had to much at stake
 
The boy says I am not sorry I did it
On me didnt my younger siblings depend
I knew it would allways continue
Unless his life came to this type of end
 
Now racked with more guilt
Her little boy is no longer a child anymore
He stands and embraces her
As the body is taken out the door
 
Some will say the boy is a killer and evil
But they will never know
A home filled with guilt and terror
Every night ended in fear and painfull blows
 
This is their story, sad but yet very true
They never wanted to end this way
Sadly this is a all to common situation
Somewhere there is a family dealing with this on this very day
 
Domestic abuse all to common and hidden
The public must know
The only way for it to stop
Is for public education to be aware, and untolerance to grow
 
D.B Johnson

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dksamuri commented on Abuse

02-03-2010

I loved this poem, ive seen it happen to others, even if my story was a little different, i can relate, the pain, the fear. Did it happen to u, or to someone who mattered to u?

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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