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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She had eyes evoking dread behind the lies and smiles Into the two minds of what would be two separate demeanor's The cries from the past forced upward to the front I detested her for what she did The assaults continuous and degrading The vile devil had reached her soul Black into the night with nails spiting from her tongue How could she? Could she? God why? Didn’t she see I was dieing inside No place to hide, no place to hide She found me even in my weakest state Exhausting my self worth The pulverizing me into tiny pieces The daily beatings that seem to never end There wasn’t a place that didn’t hurt on my body Sometimes I played dead just to stop the assaults I know the black bird is coming I can see him now “Help me, help me” “just stay still” Maybe she’ll think she has won and my breath has stopped No not chance hatred filled her heart of stone The dreadful things she spouted from her ugly soul My mind was bleeding pouring out into my hands This small helpless child shaking for fear of her next move Although I didn’t know it then as I do now She was living in her own hell Living out the pitiful past that was given to her She could change what she was taught But still how I grew resentful of her and her mouth of fire To this day there are many people I ‘ve never told How a whispered a sigh when her casket was closet
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