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Mommy get up and fight back
The more I screamed
He attacks
Stop hitting her, I yell in pain
But he keeps beating her
Over, and over again
My Mother cries
Bruises under her left eye
Now she's depress, whelps on her chest
If I knew then,what I know now
His soul will be rest...........

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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