This poem is dedicated to all the women I have known in my personal and professional life who have been victims of domestic violence.
You say the sun is bright
In the middle of the night
You say I don’t need any friends
I got you to make amends
You say I’m a disgrace
When you hit me in the face
Then later you deny
That bruise on my thigh
Your frown turns to a smile
You threaten me not to file
Gaslight is your name
Power is your game
You look for weakness
To sow your sickness
Your creep into my soul
For ultimate control
I’m packing my stuff
Have had enough
Of torture and unrelenting hell
This madness will pass
When I leave your ass
On my way
To making you pay
My precious life
Is gonna be alright
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