Precious Foreman Poet Narrative

Backwards Equals Circles

Babygirl, you keep running back... tell me why...  

He beat you up again for the upteenth time... You have all these precious babies that sit around

and watch as daddy beats on mommy and you cant even give yourself a good excuse 

anymore as to why you should wanna keeping holding on..... The kids are scolding him and 

you would be better off just leaving him where he stands....( outside in the grass)...

     Two weeks ago you left him... but then last week you came right back.... and as usual

within a few days of your arrival your eye is already black and your walking around with an 

ice pack... (shaking my head)... It hurts me deeply to see you crying, no need for me to 

continuously asking you why 'cause you obviously are scared to say goodbye....( just walk 

away)...

     You use to always hold your head up to the sky.... searching for brighter days.... wishing

you were dead... All the mix emotions you had running thru your head that were left

unsaid... Only if you had of opened your mouth Babygirl, they would of never found you 

beaten and bleeding laying on the ground dead

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