A Woman In Prison
LIVING IN A PRISON REMEMBERING MY ABRUSIVE HUSBAND,
OF ALL THE TERRIBLE THINGS HE UESED TO SAY AND DO TO ME,
NO MATTER HOW MUCH I LOVED THAT MAN, HE STILL MISTREATED ME,
TIRED OF HIDING BLACK EYES AND SWOLLEN RED LIPS,
I FELT LIKE A PUNCHING BAG AND A PIN COUCHIN,
THE MORE I STAY THERE THROUGH THE YEARS,
I FELT LIKE I COULD'NT FIGHT BACK,
HE MADE ME LIKE I WAS'NT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYONE,
COVERING MY SORE BLACK EARS FROM LISTENING TO HIS VERBAL WORDS,
EVERYDAY I FEARED FOR MY LIFE RUNNING, HIDING AND SCREAMING FOR HIM TO LEAVE ME ALONE,
KICKING BEATING ME WITH HIS FISTS AND HANDS,
I GOT SO TIRED OF LOOKING IN THE MIRROR OF BRUISES AND WHIPS COVERING MY ENTIRE BODY,
SO ONE DAY HE CAME HOME,
HITTING ME, SLAPPING ME,
I FOUGHT BACK,
ALL I REMEMBER WAS HIM LYING ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR IN A PUDDLE OF BLOOD FROM A GUN SHOT IN THE HEAD,
I DON' REGRET WHAT I DONE,
I REGRET NOT LEAVING HIM WHEN HE FIRST STARTED BEATING ME,
NOW I'M A WOMAN IN PRISON SERVING 30 YEARS, WHO 5 CHILDREN ARE AWARD OF THE STATE,
FIGHTING FOR A APPEAL TO BE RELEASE ONE DAY TO SEE MY CHILDREN
Copyright © Robin Brown | Year Posted 2013
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