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'unquestionable Love'

The scars are slowly fading away A pity the fear seems to be here to stay We use to share a love so deep Heaven knows how we let it just seep Through our fingers - Your love turned to a slap, A swear word to bring your point across I didn’t know fear until a few years ago When you accidently pushed me away Your sorry still echo until today You’ve said it so many times Every other day - I needed to get away, Not just for myself but for our unborn child Now here I sit, with nothing But a friend’s unquestionable love, That gives me the strength to go on The ability to start anew Showing me there is a life beyond Swear words and abuse I may not have those creature comforts You use to provide But I can fall asleep peacefully at night Knowing our baby is safe And his mom will not wake up with a Swollen lip or blue eye in the morning ©120120121515 *not a true story - was written for a writing project the theme was Domestic Violence*

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Audrey Haick

Date: 1/27/2012 3:36:00 PM

This is a very poignant write...so relevant in our society today.. I often wonder how is it that our Mothers' generation didn't have to put up with all the abuse, or did they just keep it hushed!? A well written piece, Wilma! Every woman should be an advocate for the prevention of any abuse, spousal or otherwise. Sometimes in our silence we condone abuse just because it's not affecting us directly. Great job. Love, Annalise

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/20/2012 9:33:00 PM

i can't believe this has been here a whole week and I have not seen it, Wilma. A powerful piece.I have noticed that you are a spokesperson for the abused. Good job, Wilma.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/16/2012 11:40:00 PM

i don't know if this was for my contest... but, i swear i read this already...lol..to lazy to check... a great poem..with moving thoughts..always,..p.d.

Robert A. Dufresne

Date: 1/16/2012 9:01:00 AM

Well thank God it is not true for you,Wilma! Had me going for a while there! I was gonna call Taz and get our passports in order! :) Hey am so glad you are writing about this sort of thing. Wish we could all write about these important things sometimes and use our talents for something so important as you have done here. We are celebrating Martin Luther King day here so some of us aren't working. You? If you are... have a V8 juice on me/ here's to you, love

Harry Horsman

Date: 1/14/2012 5:24:00 AM

these poems need to be written Wilma, violence as never solved anything. awesome poem. harry

Joe Maverick

Date: 1/13/2012 1:44:00 PM

Very well narrated here Wilma..) you put the feel across with effect...!

Kash Poet

Date: 1/13/2012 7:49:00 AM

Very good poem on domestic violence.It may not be a true story but such things are happening everywhere.Enjoyed the read.

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 1/12/2012 8:32:00 PM

Somewhere, someone is getting slapped; too awful to contemplate and I'm so glad it has nothing to do with you. Loce your new picture Wilma, a sweet face like that shouldn't be hidden! :)

John Loving Iii

Date: 1/12/2012 5:27:00 PM

it's a true story somewhere.

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 1/12/2012 1:30:00 PM

I could almost feel that slap-- I sure am glad that this wasn't your personal experience missy, but yes such a harsh reality for some women.... you wrote this so well-- and good for you for writing this for awareness... ok I really am going-- thanks for what you said in my write, means a lot to me... I answered your question there...mwahugs!